I stood in a cell and tried to imagine how the hospital was. The cell was humbling
and frightening; the ceiling out of reach, too tall, out of proportion to the rest
of the cramped room. My only view was the door, various vents, and a small window
out of reach. However, the cell was now full of graffiti, and the window had been
smashed. Given its construction from thick toughened glass, it must’ve been quite a job.