Trapped in a cage with no enrichment, forced to chase inhuman security in the form of scraping pennies off sidewalks to cover rent. Enrichment is made entirely alone- blankets, pillows- warmth needs to be at every corner, though none of it is human. Buy hand-made things: like a sculpture, you know it was touched by another. In those blankets, Tomas buries himself, weeping over the horrible fact that he knows how much touch means to him.
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