As John J. Lennon begins the 215th month of his prison sentence, he ponders where he might be in 2029 in an essay for New York Magazine‘s “The Future Issue.”
The Marshall Project published an expanded version of the article on their website.
EXCERPT
I often look out my Sing Sing cell window and watch the sailboats blow by on the Hudson, the mountains turning green and brown and white. I think about getting out in ten years. I picture myself at work, maybe in the glass-walled offices of Esquire, 21 stories above my old Hell’s Kitchen Manhattan neighborhood, staring off with the 30-year prison gaze, still stuck in my head at my desk, occasionally laughing and talking to myself, like I used to do all of those years in the solitude of my cell. I hope my colleagues won’t mind.