We spend so much time waiting for things to happen. At a hospital emergency department, with P. There is a hierarchy of waiting — first in the general intake room, and once several hours pass, in the “rapid assessment” (misnomer?) area. Of course there are exceptions the waiting mode rule — people brought in with heart attacks or car accident victims get seen and helped immediately. But those with unexplained severe pains, wicked coughs and fevers, and other maladies not handled by unavailable family doctors end up in hospital emergency and must wait their turn before graduating to Rapid Assessment.
Assessed and pain-medicated, we are moved to a waiting room. Everyone is on pain medication, some hooked up to an IV, waiting for further tests. Our little group becomes a cohesive social unit, exchanging revelations, life wisdoms and recipes. Psychologists probably have a name for this phenomenon of temporary bonding. A coping mechanism, distraction to pass the time. After midnight most of us are discharged to go home. University Avenue is quiet and empty. We get home exhausted, but reassured by our encounter with the group.
“The Duke of Burgundy” had waiting, too. Cynthia waits for Evelyn to arrive, so that their ritual can begin. There is a certain amount of fatigue and frustration in her waiting, and maybe even boredom. But in their insulated world, there is plenty of time to engage in love/lust rituals. An interesting movie, but not a great one. Reminds me of Peter Greenaway films. I liked the Cat’s Eyes music. Also the subversive humour of certain scenes.
While I’m waiting for things to get better, I sneak short walks near my work or house and take snapshots of things I like. These are my little trips without having to take flight.