A CHANGING PATTERN OF ILLNESS.

A discordiant blast of over blown harmonica JAbs out of
the stairwell the door swings open on the rag strewn'room at
the top of the sta'rs. Smoke from the ciggerete lying lifeless
in the hole, spin's around like mist from the film we are enter-

-ing apa'rof glass eyes sealed behind anti-septic surgical
protectors assail us. The industrial television in the quarey
up on the hi lil clashes its conspiritorial messages across to the
electrical pyre of sparks, .great walking robots on the country.
Flashing electric'in the damp mist buzzing insane in the silient
air. . " Statistics that are killing and crippling diseases" ..the
industrial si.ze .television apparatus in the hill simmers the cap-

-tive bra in. eel Is optic n eaves in the denti st chair In the corner
of the complex..The face throws us a non-sensical threat as a
challenge to our entry and then we are 'n.            ,
Attic tea rooms'.that also deal in second, hand clothes.. a leg,
of some unrecogni sed mutton meat dr'ps in the carrier bag
plastic congelled under the chair of a customer who furtivley
drinks tea with manic grin . .refugees from the nearby station
mill around in the comer waiting for some sign of the reason
for their whereabouts a radio hisses as it translates invisible
rad'o waves into indistinguishable sound waves nobody moves
a mussel.. shell fishstillness nobody looks in this smell pack-

-ed room.. but there 's a distinct feeling of weigh'ng up going
on. .they irite:rn ally are ultra-conscious of our arrival but outwsr

-dly ignore the'.fact, .with a sinister waiting for something'

mentality..;, •:.;:;     • ' '   ..                   \       '

" The wedge, .the .wedge.." mutters the first sighted occupant.

" put the wedge back'in the door." We 'turn to detect a broken

childs toy wsdg.ed under the draugtht gap in the door. locking

't shut.    . : ^. '.    •

Rad*x) hisses " •Disappointment is expressed at hav'ng to reveal

that nearly 250 .000 children were found to have veminious head;

in 1957. . " then dies into the general confusion. The expectatt
attic siliently wait'ng filled with customers uninterested w'th
their teas..plastic bags empty under the seats.. the tea is the
cover story, .they seldom drink, .only wait. 5-15 pm train comes
in soon. .watches flicker 'n the smoke dimness makeshift cafe.

Kettle light and the dark brown stains on the wall.          „
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