Can’t Be:Housing Court
Unreal. Surreal. It can’t be happening. It cannot be me here, in this place, with all these people. We can’t be all about to lose our homes. The wooden benches are hard. Sitting on them is a challenge. The grey walls (why must they always be grey?) are unappealing. They are ugly. The long fluorescent lamps over our heads hurt. They make our anxious faces even more stressed out.