The plants press against the glass in Herzogian agony. Gaze upon what the colonist hath wrought! A microcosm of the land on which this building sits—the land we have violently and unequally divided and partitioned. Pain is put on display. The pus-colored mucus of these prisoners—unable to grow any larger—smears the glass. I reluctantly move on.

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