An employee
is moving about the wooden furniture
in the open space restaurant
behind me
inside the huge Sunderby Hospital

I imagine the irregular wooden noises,
the bangs and the screeches,
as an indeterminate performance
of an imagined piece
- One for One + -
by John Cage

The fans and the ventilation,
the cooling system for the fridges
and the wheezing, belching & gurgling
of the cappuccino machines
provide a misty hypnotism
to my mind,
tickling up my neck,
my eyes squinting

Two employees in the cafeteria
talk with each other

I imagine them
following a textual score

Many people come charging
through the hospital entrance and hallway,
walking briskly past,
as if members
of a modern, Pinocchio avantgarde dance company

A car alarm goes off
outside,
keeping on keeping on wailing
as part of the 8 AM 23rd March 2023 score
in the Sunderby Hospital reception hall

The morning sunlight is filtered
and channeled
through the revolving doors

Yet a restaurant machine kicks in
at a lower pitch

The car alarm keeps wailing
through the score
- when it suddenly stops!

A male voice
with a heavy northern accent,
spills a few rare words

Nobody can tell when the show stops,
or indeed when it started,
ot if any of these situations have occurred,
or ever will

I take part in this world;
show up at different places,
offer up my name,
or at least the one I've been given

I take part in rituals;
pay / receive / leave / hug trees /
walk on the water