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 this prison! 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?