Prison is a long, hard road. There is no way I can thank enough those who have stuck by me: my mom, dad and sister, my angel ♥️, and a crew of solid friends and family. A journey like this lets you know who is real.

I’ve been meditating daily with a small group of other spiritually-minded prisoners. With a shift in mindset, a prison can become a monastery.

I’ve been spending several hours every day for the past week working on this drawing. It pulls me in and I lose track. Are you an artist?

I’ve started a new art project. It is inspired by the idea of panexperientialism and some of the math concepts I’ve been studying, like recursion, infinites and exotic geometrics. I’m having fun with it.

I’ve been cooking up an idea I’m calling “The Redemption Project.” The idea is to give prisoners opportunities to do volunteer work and community service from within prison. I’ll keep you posted as things develop.

So much birthday love! Thank you everyone 😃 You lift my spirits high!

How was I given 2 life sentences plus 40 years? Am I a cat with 9 lives? I am a human being. I have but one life, and that alone is too much to take.

I’m turning 37, my 8th birthday in prison. I guess this means I’m in my late 30s now. Is there any significance to this? rossulbricht.medium.com/keep…

Evening mail call is by far my favorite time of day. It’s when all the love pours in, letters written with great care from those closest to me and total strangers alike. It’s humbling and uplifting and very dear to me.

The moment you are arrested, you lose your freedom of speech. Now “anything you say will be used” to put you in prison and keep you there. More than 7 years later and I still can’t speak freely about my case!

If I stand on a chair on my tiptoes, I can see the top of a tree over the prison wall from my 2nd story cell. I love that tree 😃

My mom caught covid. Luckily, she’s healthy otherwise. She said she has to stay strong and healthy so she can keep fighting for my freedom. She’s one tough cookie!

I’m spending all my free time these days meditating or studying physics. These are two mountains I can climb that I’ll probably never reach the tops of, but the view gets better and better the higher I go.

Had I been given clemency, I was planning to help build a decentralized social media network. Now we don’t know when or if that will happen, so here are my ideas. I hope they help. rossulbricht.medium.com/dece…

I got outside for 3 hours again this week. It felt amazing, but that bright Arizona sun was out and burned me! My skin wasn’t ready after all those months inside.

We can buy alarm clocks, but I find if I lay down soon after sunset, I’ll wake up well before sunrise. I did 15 weeks in “the hole” without knowing the time. I could keep track of days by the type of food that came through the door slot.

Will the lies ever stop? Now they're saying I rejected a 10-year plea deal from my prosecutors. Where do they come up with this stuff?!

The initial sadness and disappointment of not being granted clemency are fading. Life goes on. I’m doing my best to look at each moment as a gift, a unique experience to be embraced.

I love this sentiment, and I believe it is true for the person choosing this kind of life to live. But for others, does it matter whether their benefactor’s intentions are selfish or altruistic? Which is more important: intentions or actions?