start of the project

We've had the introductions to community art and I'm just about to start the off site work. I was thinking yesterday, about how worried i was about meeting the patients at St. Christopher's. Will they want to talk to me? i wonder if their families or loved ones put them there against their will. i wonder what it's like being surrounded by people who know they're gonna die. i wonder if they're angry at the situation they've been forced to adapt to. Or maybe it's just a state of numb acceptance.

i suppose when you've been given a synthetic time limit and you find yourself reminiscing about "the good old days"- your life seems relatively meaningful, ironically that's what people spend their entire life trying to define. And only on the edge of death does it all seem to make sense.