They tell me I’ll have my hair washed soon. And brushed. Just like before. I hope that means that she’ll come back, the lady who cut my hair. I haven’t seen her and my hair is really starting to pull itself into the most awful mess. Of course you can see that. But you haven’t mentioned it. I can see that you’re not the type of person who would mention a thing like that. I try to wash it in the showers but of course they’re not showers really are they? They’re just giant spigots of icy water that they dunk me in twice a week. I see that it’s important, I understand that, cleanliness is next to … I’m not asking for anything about it to be changed but certainly it’s no place for a lady to brush her hair. Anyways I only have my fingers and what really can I do with those.

If you see her ever, the lady who cut my hair, could you tell her, could you make sure that she knows that visiting hours are from two to four? Sometimes I go up to the window and shout that, with my face pressed right up to the glass. Sometimes I shout until my throat gets sore and I claw my arms with my fingernails. Visiting hours are from two to four! Sometimes it’s just nice to have something to yell, isn’t it? To have words to put to the sounds that want to come out of your throat.

She’s not a visitor. I know that she’s not. I don’t want you to think that I’m confused on that point. So the visiting hours don’t apply. I know that. It’s just that I think it would be nice really, if she would come then, during visiting hours. If she would come specifically then to brush my hair and really, it seemed that she would care to know if there was a thing that I wanted. If there was a thing that I preferred. Really it seems as if she would care to know that.

It seems as if you would care to know that too. So, please, I know you’re not supposed to say, that you’re not supposed to talk to me about any of the others here but please. That woman, in the bed under the window. She never came back. You know she didn’t. Please. I really have to know. Did they fix her teeth and did she start to talk and was everything fine and wonderful for her after that? That’s possible. I know that’s possible. For that to have happened. It’s almost always possible for things to be fine and wonderful isn’t it?

It’s true that we’re all disappearing, everyone in the world is I mean. Only here, it seems to be happening more quickly.

Everyone is gone all the time. Everyone is going down the drain. Only I’m stuck here waiting. I’m a bone aren’t I? Caught in a dog’s throat.