Callum Rowland
Healing Properties of a Hypodermic to the Hippocampus
by Callum Rowland I used to love hospitals. Being inside them. Their corridors and wards, as familiar as the veins crawling up my arm. The creaking leather chairs, womb-like in their enveloping. Used to invent symptoms just to go back, just to be surrounded by monitoring equipment and pious personnel.