Hopkins outpatient center.
It's not a hospital, it's an airport. Patients are processed as efficiently as factory meat.
Outside the factory are terraced English gardens fit for a capital city, for we're to understand we are in the world capital of medicine. The St. Peter's Cathedral. The Taj Mahal. The Louvre or Hermitage. Baltimore's Forbidden City of overachievement.
Everything here that's not an airport is there to tell us that medicine is art as towering as Michelangelo and Mozart where towering artists paint their masterpieces on diseases that barely have names.
Some of us are just here for an ENT and for these Goyas and Breugels, we're still just processed meat.
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