I’m spending the day in a hospital waiting area.
Yes, a loved one is having painful surgery, but MY selfish observation is: I feel sick! I don’t do well in a cold, contrived artificial reality. The air smells funny. The texture of it has no place in nature. The fluorescent lighting robs life from me.
Seeking a connection with nature, I introduce myself to the fish in the Waiting Room tank. Fabric seaweed, invisible walls. Their bulging eyes scream desperation. They gather when I approach, but I can’t find a way to get the little guys out of there.
Their tank, my tank.