I’m watching a good movie, Otherlife, and the main character spends several months in solitary confinement. That part was rough for me to watch thanks to the issues I now have about that.
It occurs to me that a very scary novel could be written about solitary confinement. Just the endless days stretching into each other while the mind feeds on itself.
I don’t know if I could stand to write it, though. I might give myself nightmares just from the plotbunny.