
Hello and welcome to the page. These are little mind scraps I draw while in meetings, on the phone or just visual ideas that come to mind. If they inspire in any way the purpose of this blog has been fullfilled.
Friday, April 13, 2007
...She's in an old age home and has been for 3-5 years. She can't move. Her brain is still functioning normally but she can't even lift a glass of water to take a drink. Walked through hallways of basically living death. I felt so sorry for all the people there. The walls and doorways were all painted lavender. Then I went into Muriel's grandmother's room. "Oma" as they called her. Two twin beds flanked either side of the room. One with bars and a mechanical control and one without. She sat in a wheelchair staring blankly. I kissed her hello and she remembered my name from 3 years ago. I sat in a chair with a toilet built into the bottom of it while Muriel and her mother and uncle helped...

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