Leslie Jamison considers what it means to be in hospital, exploring the liminal spaces between sick and well.
Maybe the lighting feels particularly bright in my mind’s eye because I think of hospitals as places of ruthless visibility, where privacy is gone and the boundaries of the body become porous, where we see more than we’d like—about our bodies and their frailty, about where these bodies are always, ultimately, headed.
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