And if you, by any chance, commit a
        crime, you will go to jail. 
        A crime? What crime are you writing about? 
        Well, let's write, you will twist a word. Or you will untwist a
        twisted word. A word twisted on purpose, of course. (However
        don't expect a reward for untwisting a word twisted
        accidentally.) Or you will straighten up a winding phrase. Or
        make a short cut . . . . . . . So, generally writing, you will
        be punished for any lack of awareness, attention or
        concentration. And for laziness and carelessness and sloppiness
        as well – in reading, of course . . . . . . . You will be
        imprisoned in a text. You will be tortured by a tortuous text.
        You will be put into the dungeon of a multi-storey story. You
        will be kept in a labyrinth of letters. You will have to read
        and read and read. To get out of this labyrinth you will have to
        read. You will have to read out your way to freedom. But the
        more you will read the more the text will suck you in. You will
        merge instead of emerge. The text will fill more and more the
        space inside and outside you. You will be entirely absorbed by
        the text and you will not want to get out of it. You will go
        deeper and deeper and you will be interested only in going
        deeper and deeper . . . . . . Well, but this won't be a
        good punishment. In fact this won't be a punishment at all.
        Reaching the state of euphoria and reading with you face burning
        with desire and enthusiasm, is this a punishment? You won't even
        care of freedom, because staying in and within this text you
        will feel extremely free since the limitations of your body will
        not torment you any more, you will forget about your body
        immersing in reading . . . . . Sod it! It should be hell, not
        heaven. . . . . . . . So, the text will have to be absolutely
        boring and stupid and disgusting and..... Reading it you will be
        dreaming of finishing and finishing it will be like chasing the
        horizon line. Reading it will make your mind thirsty – your
        thoughts will get dry and will hurt your mind like rigid leaves
        of a thistle . . . . .
        Anyway . . . . . 
        
        Anyway, isn't it both the crime and punishment that you are
        here? That we are here? So, what crime have I committed? have I
        been committing all the time? 
    
    
            