I choose to read this as he is finally psychologically-ready -- to rid himself of the trappings of that odd, former life -- from the crap-tacular prison catalog issue "Casio-compatible" watch, to the ID that held his commissary / music-pad / phone account details -- as a stored bar code.
But to be honest, the experienced attorney in me also knows it indicates that he needs cash, if he is going to get the Second Circuit brief in at all -- let alone, on time -- and in cogent form.
Sadly, I do not expect these items will fetch anything near the cash he now needs -- for appellate counsel. And the Receiver, Mr. Abbott, is no doubt waiting to take the proceeds for Thomas Koestler, should he magically generate anything substantial for these items.
So -- I switched back to an older masthead below (at that other property), with an update -- as based on my experiences. . . the whole prison industrial complex is highly. . . de-humanizing. Exactly as Mr. McGoohan's character so long ago intoned.
Onward. . . with a sort of sad grin, as I head to the lake for a late afternoon mountain bike-ride. . . [and we'd note that there's been another NLRB charge lodged, this time in Arkansas, overnight -- to be heard in the Big Easy, as to Amazon. . .].
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