I’m sitting in the waiting room of the Psychiatry Department of the hospital.

No, wait a minute.  I got that wrong.  It’s the Ophthalmology Department.  I always get those two mixed up.  I’m here for my eyes, not my mind.

On the way to the elevator, I passed through the lobby of AZ Sint-Lucas.  And there it sat, adorned with a welcoming sign.  I was rushing to make my appointment on time so I didn’t sit on the stool and move my fingers … but I promise to do that after Dr. Kose sees me.

This is what life should be about:

Come over here and let’s talk

Express yourself with me …

The high notes and the low

I want to hear your music

I often ask people “What’s important to you?”  I’ll keep doing so.  And I hope they ask me too.