corridor in 金門 (Kinmen), where I went to visit my grandmother. She's on the mend from septic arthritis. We sat together in her room, watching a small television. Korean soap operas where all anyone seems to do is cry, and Hollywood hip hop movies with a lot of bumping and grinding dance moves. She looked at me at one point in the film and asked 'Do you dance?' 'Not like that,' I said.
So much of what is on the island is old and frayed and perhaps for that reason alone (maybe?) beautiful to me.
These hospital chairs look like flattened jelly-beans.