I enter. Isolated from the outer world, I am far from the hostility of modern life. Five A.M,, I escape the rays of dawn. Protected in this secret space, my anxiety diminishes as external restrictions begin to lose their hold. Transformers hum; automated lights awaken at my presence; dripping water synchronizes with the vibrations of my heart. A rubber pad floats beneath my exhausted body; raw pipes shield the broad ceiling above me. I swell with the pulse of the living unit. Preserved from the collective unconsciousness of society, I am no longer governed by the standards of culture. Incubated in my space, inactive by my will, I shake off the pressures of others’ ideology. I am liberated in my own isolation.