A few weeks ago, on the fifteenth anniversary of his first day in prison, Osiel Rodriguez set about cleaning the 87 square-feet he inhabits at ADX, a federal mass isolation facility in Colorado.
"I got it in my head to destroy all my photographs," he writes in a letter to me. "I spent some five hours ripping each one to pieces. No one was safe. I did not save one of my mother, father, sisters. Who are those people anyway?"
Such is the logic of the gray box, of sitting year after year in solitude.
