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This represents the isolation caused by our attachments to our phones. We as humans have become addicted to our phones, to the point where they may as well be handcuffed to our wrists.
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Alien Isolation
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National Museum of the US Air Force
Escape and Isolation
The harsh environment and hostile population surrounding prison camps offered little chance for escape. Still, some POWs tried, and many constantly planned for possible ways to escape. Navy Lt. George Coker and USAF Capt. George McKnight escaped from "Dirty Bird" in Hanoi, and made it 15 miles down the Red River before being recaptured. Both spent several days in irons and were transferred to "Alcatraz," a small prison especially for those the North Vietnamese wanted to isolate.
At Alcatraz, mental torture joined physical hardship: prisoners were isolated completely in tiny, dark, ill-ventilated, dungeon-like cells where they were kept in irons 15 or more hours each day. Navy Lt. Harry Jenkins spent 85 days in irons for communicating with another Alcatraz prisoner. Air Force Col. Robbie Risner spent 10 consecutive months alone in a darkened cell, and Lt. Col. "Swede" Larson spent 18 months in a similar situation. This treatment was not limited to Alcatraz--isolation was common in many camps.
Many POWs spent years, off and on, in solitary confinement. Capt. Tom Moe managed to live through an especially horrible torture session. He was beaten by several guards for many hours, bent backwards with ropes and irons and hung from a pole, slammed face-first onto a concrete floor, and nearly drowned with a filthy wet rag and iron bar clamped in his mouth. He wanted to die simply to escape the pain, but his captors laughed and told him, "It's easy to die but hard to live, and we'll show you just how hard it is to live."
The Cruelest Period
One notable escape attempt in May 1969 had horrific consequences for POWs. Air Force captains John Dramesi and Edwin Atterberry planned an elaborate escape from the "Zoo Annex." Despite their planning, they made it only a few miles. They had made clothing and props to blend in with the native population, and the prison authorities were furious that the Americans had been able to plan such a complex operation. North Vietnamese retaliation on POWs through the summer of 1969 was the most brutal and sustained episode of criminal inhumanity during the Southeast Asia War.
For two weeks, POWs on the "escape committee" who had helped Dramesi and Atterberry were tortured for details. Then, others who knew nothing of the plan were tortured as well. Already meager rations were further reduced, exercise banned, and many prisoners were savagely beaten over the coming months. One POW was hung upside down from the ceiling and shocked with a car battery. Teams of torturers wielding rubber fan belts took turns flaying the bare skin off POWs' bodies. Others were clubbed and forced to kneel for hours without sleep between whippings. Over a 2-week period, Navy Lt. Cmdr. Red McDaniel received more than 700 lashes. He suffered many open wounds, endured electric shocks, was bound in ropes and irons, and was hung upside down with a compound arm fracture--which guards manipulated while questioning continued. Many others suffered similarly as the orgy of retaliation spread among the camps.
For their escape attempt, the North Vietnamese murdered Atterberry by beating him to death, and they flogged Dramesi with fan belts for 38 straight days. They allowed him no sleep during that period (he was forced to sit on a small stool the whole time), they beat him savagely, and alternately tied him in tight ropes or restrained him in irons as he was forced to write and tape apologies. He had only two small pieces of bread and two cups of water each day, and lived in his own filth. Incredibly, he survived--but he was compelled to listen to Atterberry's screams.
Ordeals in the South, Cambodia, Laos, and China
Though most of the 660 total American military POWs who survived the war were held in North Vietnam, a significant number were imprisoned elsewhere. Some were held in South Vietnam (124), Cambodia (23), Laos (13) and China (2). Their experience was somewhat different from those in North Vietnam, and in some ways even more harsh. In South Vietnam and Cambodia, POWs were held by the Viet Cong, often imprisoned in bamboo cages or huts, and forced to move frequently. They were constantly exposed to the weather and jungle insects and disease, isolated from their fellow POWs, and at the mercy of guerillas who often were not controlled by any central authority.
Those held in Laos faced especially harsh environmental conditions, with little food and water in rugged, dry mountains. Details of Laotian captivity by Pathet Lao guerillas are sketchy, even decades afterward, since few POWs survived to tell about it. The complex history of U.S. involvement in Laos makes an accurate accounting of Americans there difficult. China released two military POWs at the end of the war, and several civilians had been held there as well--including one who had been imprisoned for more than 20 years since the Korean War.
The great sand dune of the Valle de la Luna (Valley of the Moon) in the late afternoon sun, Atacama Desert, Chile (black and white)
Les planchers et les zones sous la banquette arrière sont recouverts d'une sorte de laine destinée à améliorer l'isolation sonore et thermique de l'habitacle.
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Had my annual visit from the pest exterminator today. I was closed up in my study while he let loose with his chemicals.
I was originally just taking some pictures of the wood grain on this pier when Colette plunked down the dandelion and made the scene way more interesting.
ISOLATION…
Do we ever not feel alone?
Like staring down a pier into nothingness
And hoping so hard for something good
The dreams can be so endless
Yet untouchable.
How can you be surrounded by many and yet feel so alone?
Making senseless thoughts into truth
And hoping a path will take you somewhere else
Where you will never be alone
Again…
Sometimes isolation can bring peace
And hide you from the world of sadness
Yet escape can be dangerous if you never return.
Being alone can be so beautiful
And at times also the darkest place you’ve ever been
Sometimes you long for it even though it is not best
Yet you go alone toward it
Searching…
Solitude, bring me peace
Take me away from my own mind
Into a world where beauty is endless
And free
Then bring me someone to share it with
So I am not alone
Isolation
Friend
Home
Copyright © 2009 Colette St. Mars
This was taken on Lakeville Lake in Oakland County, MI. The fog was rolling through the trees in the background and coming towards the tiny island.
Being isolated for the past ten years?? has had it's challenges, heart, nureo, i once had to sleep in a chair almost 6 months, lately,, i have not eaten solid foods, all liquids for a year,, a rare disease now, though a brilliant doctor at Cleveland Clinic saved my life, once again. I have already died twice and another 3-4 close calls, i think there is still purpose for me yet!)(when i discover the right picture for seeing what i remember, and the story of it, i will post. You do tend to become more reclusive, and may do things people may not totally understand, and I have accepted that, you must,, luckily my wife gets to work from home, and our cats!
Social activities become rare, and limitations will cause this,, you still, as I have with my children, let them have a life.
It was an intended struggle to end a mmmm, type of abuses, upbringing, and experiences that helped me stop harm some for them, it may have taken from my "life" but is that not what humanity is all about? achieving balance, and some need a hand to help,, teaching children, compassion.
we now have grandchildren, and it is so neat to see you have stopped a pattern of a type life style.
And now as all things tend to revolve, the reclusiveness, is birthing an inclusiveness…
For thirty years I cut and colored, permed and styled hair, oh the 70's and eighties hair do's, love it!, i love talking to people,, and my one goal i keep focus on is to open another business one day… and watch our family grow and change…
Yet, I think the real message of all of this, if you know another, "Isolated" stop, breathe, and say hello, with them,, play checkers…
Loneliness
Have you ever felt so lonely
You could hear your blood run away?
The night would chase the light
Just to make the dark out of the day.
Only to stare out the window
Your eyes frozen in space,
So emotionless in your mind
Never to feel the tears roll down your face.
To look at a knife
Wanting to cut through the pain,
And in the back of your mind
You feel you’re going insane.
It’s so cold and lonely
To feel this way,
Even your own dog
Won’t roll over and play.
And in your mind
You want to break free,
To end this loneliness
To begin a new me.
Witness the many hands
Reaching out for you,
Yet have you become accustomed
In living in solitude?
No, No, No,
It’s all in the mind
Just reach out for love
And love you will find.
Sometimes the answer is so simple
In what we’re searching for,
Yet we remain so scared
To walk through life’s door.
Taking those first steps
Feels like glue on the floor,
Yet beyond the threshold lies
Only what you are wishing for.
Have you ever felt this lonely?
Yes, I can tell by your eyes
For you see, I have felt this way
And together we will cry.
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I went down to The Ship to see the final show of this year's Out of Earshot featuring Muffin, Isolation Kills, Prime Junk, and Century Egg. Unforunately, I was a little late getting down so I didn't get any shots of Muffin. But the show was fantastic.
DNA isolation with Dr. Beck at the Pryer Lab, Duke University, final DNA samples suspended in TE buffer, 8 Mar 2010.
I'm continuing a series I started on Insta where I've been sharing my own personal struggles with Isolation and lack of access to quality medical care.
Once again I have a new medical team and once again this means my referrals are no longer available to me because once again it's been suggested that I also change medical insurance.
There's a big part of me that feels like I've once again allowed people to influence me into making bad choices for my overall health, wellbeing and existence.
I say this because I was scan away from starting chemotherapy that I've not had access to for well over a year. While the cancer is fully treatable and curable, it was stage three when it was finally diagnosed properly. I went nearly two years being told it was nothing, then to being told it was fat pockets or dislodged fat. That's not a thing. Fat doesn't just hang out in the body. it could become blood clots resulting in death. Lipodystrophy was once a common side effect of first generation drugs to treat what was once called "the gay cancer" or "GRID" Gay Retro Immune Disease. However today's medications is far more advanced and things like this are very very rare. She telling me it was this as well was simply incorrect. When the blood test cane back normal for cancer, I was ordered to forget it and let it go. March 10, 2021, two years after feeling the lumps grown larger and larger in my neck, under my arms and other areas and after two hospital stays and an AIDS diagnosis that came on February 3, 2021, after 12 years of controlled undetected HIV, but 41 days without access to the one pill I took daily only missing when I couldn't get them prescribed. It was like a 1 to 2 punch right to my face.
Friends who started this journey with me, went with me to every single medical appointment and saw what was happening are pretty much no longer available. Isolating me even more and left with feelings of my decline becoming too much for them and the burden of my being so sick, not with mental illness issues which have affected all of them, but my best friend the most, no work, bills mounting, eating cat and dog food and at times from garbage bins just so not to feel like this massive burden to them or this huge failure to myself.
I'm also not fighting for housing and thought of homelessness in my state creates more mental stress, anxiety, panic attacks. I no longer feel safe expressing how I feel or what I am dealing with 24 hours a day 7 days a week with no breaks. To know that threats of homelessness come from the very places I must turn to for support who hold my housing in their hands and can end it at anytime is very crippling.
It's come to my attention that the people I love, the people I consider my friends, the people I've trusted are saying things that have worked and are working against me completely devastates me.
from one pill a day and occasionally having to take a pain medication to help me control Sickle Cell is now these pills in the pictures.
1 pill twice a day
1 pill once a day
1 pill four times a day
1 pill 3 times a day
3 pills once a day
1 5ml dose every 6 hours
I have to set alarms in order not to forget.
I still have no idea if the cancer has spread any further. I've not had my colonoscopy
All of these pills come with hefty side effects, including heart and breathing problems, drastic mood swings, skin problems, brain issues, drowsiness, irritability, inability to function and death.
I must monitor my blood pressure and oxygen constantly.
I was already struggling to hold me camera and tonight I couldn't hold it still with a 50mm lens. I had to place it on a tripod.
95% of the time I am alone. My friend Andrew comes by on Sundays to take me and the dogs to Santa Monica, my hometown. Besides doctors appointments this is my only outing. He is the only contact I have with a human being in person. Imagine what this feels like.
This is my life........fading away