I am currently sitting in a hospital waiting room. To my left and right are mahogany-colored armchairs with blue cushions. On these cushions is a complex diamond pattern interwoven with a red floral pattern. Across from me is a potted tree, clearly fake, its perpetually lively green leaves an ironic juxtaposition to the perpetual illness and death permeating the hospital’s atmosphere. An almost unhealthily skinny nurse sits at a raised oak looking desk. The oak is probably fake too. I’ve yet to see her eyes as she’s yet to look up from her cellphone for the 20 minutes I’ve been sitting here. I’d take a picture if not for the bold “No cameras, cellphones, or audio devices please” sign. I suppose it doesn’t pertain to nurses.