THE PRISONER

By John Thomas Tuft

Some saw it as a most beautiful place. Others saw it as a paean to the ugly. Some saw it as something large enough that it could be seen from the orbiting space station. Others saw it as nearly microscopic. Some saw it as the deepest of the greatest ocean depths. Others saw it as a shallow puddle, to run through with a casual splash like a child. Some saw it as an endless desert, stretching in shimmering waves of heat to the horizon. Others saw it as a patch of dry ground easily crossed at a brisk walk. Some saw it as a high, high wall stretching…