Ef Grey’s Reviews > Cleopatra and Frankenstein > Status Update

Time moves so slowly in this hospital, it is like we are given a bonus day with every day. There is a line in Shakespeare, I forget which play, where a character is described as having "a face as long as Sunday". That's what it's like here. Every day is Sunday.

Through the lit windows she could see a row of people sitting at the narrow gold counter. Only one man was alone, his hair a dark, shiny black. Clusters of pink cherry blossoms hung from the paper screen above his head like thoughts. What an adventure she was on. Like a character in a film.

I've started seeing dead animals out of the corner of my eye. Some incidents of this are understandable, I think. (...) But it's the cow heads in trash cans and racoon's bodies hanging stiff from trees that I'm having a harder time explaining.