You have to imagine that the bits like this
etc are informational signs with peeling paint on the walls in a disused hospital.
Signs and portents
stairs to all floors ↗He believes in progress,
has worked on it through many years staff calendar.
Sometimes things change, his room caught fire one time, accident and
emergency
but other days he sweats ← gym to shift one item
from where it is basement storage to where it ought to be administration block.
This is the way things are these days preventative medicine, but he waves
the thought aside and shunts his occupational therapy handcart
through disused hallways. He isn't really looking ophthalmology
at the walls or unsafe floor. He doesn't really plan
the future any more; lacks accommodation staff apartments
for such mortuary errors as occur. He had lunch
with Kate in the Kings Arms. Her daughter paediatrics came too;
good grief that kid can put sausage and chips away canteen.
It felt like belonging family planning, and God knows he's better
than her ex psychiatric services--but all the while he was waiting
to be found out authorised personnel only.
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