A Visit to Wellington Ward (The Royal London Hospital)

To be thrown onto the slag heap, exhausted, the usefulness drained out of you.

The callous cracks under your feet, toenails hardened, skin dried, and face drawn.

Withdrawn, speaking in drawls, all that is left are the memories, there is nothing else to console you, and even this tease and deceives you.

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Amae

Amae

Interested in people, nature, science and technology, and history. MSc in Research Methods (Birkbeck), MA Industrial Design (UAL)