.. just..a picture i took at the iol-and i like how it came out (even tho kinda was a snapshot sorta pic) still.--it almost sums up so much of my ..growth ..or..what haunted me..or-not sure.. but in the iol..inside outside time no time space away from the rest of life i dont know i just remember feeling a safety inside -like a womb-which was mostly how i saw and see brigham (a lower closed unit i was on most of my time there)-i sat at the window-looking at the trees and life-waiting for friends who moved up to walk by. to talk for a minute-til staff told me to leave the window. inside and outside ...something about the two..there is a lot of it that ..somehow splits me up-which is part of why i don't just want to tell my story of being there-but also understand it-or the space the time the people -so on. and read other stuff-relating. whatever. returning there. always different (each time i return) when it gets warmer i am going to go there -just to wander. take pics. and sketch/write.