Articles by Kit Andersen:
The walls were the color of liver and the space was full of old humans just parked at odd angles in various conveyances – some in wheelchairs, and some on half-reclining stretchers. It was a tiny woman lying on one of those stretcher things, wrapped up in cheap blankets and oxygen tubing, who grabbed my hand and asked me where she was, which I told her. She didn’t let go.
Articles illustrated by Kit Andersen:
PC: Kit Anderson with Francesca Violich.