A friend of mine has been lounging in the
hospital for a week now. She had very puffy
eyes that made her look like somebody
with down syndrome. Then they told her it
might be tuberculosis.
This is the year 2001, she's 21 years old,
and I know it's not impossible in a third
world country, in Manila with all its
pollutants. But, hello? Tuberculosis?
Then you take into consideration that the
girl in the bed next to her is nineteen and
put her hands in the oven. Very Sylvia Plath.
Now all we need are the Rosenbergs and we're
rolling into Prozac city.