Finding Myself from a Bangkok Mental Hospital

The mental ward was painted in pastel white and green, the cleanliest part in the busy hospital. The couches were upholstered in misty earth-tone faux leather and everything in the waiting room was carefully selected for its ostentatious, almost fake, simplicity. The pictures hung on the walls were straightforward—the painting of a hut in a green field is a hut in a green field. There … Continue reading Finding Myself from a Bangkok Mental Hospital