welcome to my creative outlet, stay awhile
Every few minutes a family heads through the two large doors to the left. We knew where they had been. When they stepped into the waiting room, we could tell whether they had received good news or bad news. If it was good, we envied them. If it was bad, we avoided eye contact. After all, we knew that it could very well soon be us.
Emily Rabinowitz, “Waiting Rooms” (via twloha)
