It has been a little more than a year since the guard decided to hand in his resignation. But today on waking up he makes a firm resolution that he will, or if he does not he will not come back to his lodgings, and will remain one of those wanderers, without self-respect and without home-made food.

He makes his way to the glass building and takes up his seat. He can from here see all the prisoners engaged in their day-to-day activities. Some are sitting just like him, some sleeping, some reading, some engaged in physical activities with their beloved.

The guard feels that he knows these prisoners even more than he knows himself, and they almost, in his mind, are no different than his own self.

Yet he can’t tolerate knowing himself to such an extent, and, remembering his firm resolution of the morning, rushes to his superior.

‘I see, Citizen. I understand fully that you don’t want to continue anymore. But still you have to survive, you have to have money for your needs. Here, I’m assigning you a new work.’

The next day, the Citizen hastily makes up to his new building and sits in the new seat, and seeing himself all around, begins to think of resignation.