A New Friend
The Mayor of Mesa Verde

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.

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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.

 

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A New Friend
The Mayor of Mesa Verde