The world outside your room, merely a framed image
of ‘once was,’ only changing with movements in the
sky over unmoved buildings. You sit on padded plastic
facing the blank screen of a television which once shone
from breakfast to supper. Days pass slowly, welding into
one, while time flies taking, a morsel of memory in cruel
talons every day and your heart beats strong defying the
minutes; weeks and months of their long awaited task.