Though Vernon’s communication is getting noticeably better, it still doesn’t seem that he knows where he is and why he is there. As I’ve said before, it must be like a dream to him. An un-lucid dream.
I asked him yesterday how he felt in this place. It didn’t take long for him to answer: “Like a scarecrow.”
What a great image, what a way to sum things up. I am interpreting here, but I can imagine he would feel like a scarecrow: lonely, immobile, long-suffering, pecked and prodded at constantly, wondering how long he will be stuck in this strange landscape with nurses checking in on him and elderly patients wheeling by.
I sketched this guy tonight as a little homage to Vernon, even though the concept could be long gone to him the next time he’s asked.
Maki insisted I turn his trousers into pajamas. I should have put him in a wheelchair.