Hospitals have always soothed me and I'm not sure why, I
think it might be the smell; I've always loved the smell of
bleach.Or it might be because you can glide across the waxed
floors as if you are weightless.
When I tell people that hospitals soothe me, they think it's
sort of morbid. I don't understand why, but I suppose it must
be because when people think of hospitals, they think of death
and sickness. But hospitals also have life, and that might be the
reason; because in hospitals, life and death perpetually mingle,
they dance and joke, and maybe they even make bets? You may be
kissed by death for three minutes before a man dressed in green
sends electrical energy through your body, and then, suddenly,
life spits in your face.