Give me a word for the boundary between the world you went to see and the small one you call your own. I want a word for the moment you know you're almost home.
Madness string 27809
To me the real horror isn't seeing the bed. It's knowing that this human being chose to get back into that bed night after night, and knowing that the only reason he didn't choose to get back into that bed that night was because he came into the hospital for some other symptom.