Jacob Lawrence, Harlem Hospital's Free Clinic is Crowded with Patients Every Morning and Evening (1943)

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The ceiling against your nose. Heat, vibration. Loud sounds, industrial sounds, loud enough to penetrate your earplugs. The world shakes.

"Modern medical technology routinely produces alternative universes, inside MRI machines."
-- Leonard Susskind, The Cosmic Landscape.

Keir Dullea. The onrush of colored planes, sometimes solarized, constructed the old-school way, in an optical printer.

Jody Foster. The beach at Pensacola, beneath a canopy of digital galaxy.

Count your breaths. Slow, steady. Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty.

Over before too long.

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