ABSTRACT

There are four luminescent panels in the room, in a silver frame on the table, and rows of black books on a shelf, and journals, and crushed Styrofoam cups with the barnacles of yesterday’s coffee. Rectangles of X-Ray film are pinned to the panels, a dark parade of skulls and skeletons in the underwater light of the little room, in the white-tiled building with many corridors. This is the radiology room, the room of white bones and empty flesh.