THE FAX.

May 18, 2007

I wrote this one when I started realizing just how broken the system really was—not in theory, but in practice. It all started with sitting on Colfax Avenue. A gnarly, rough and tumble street in the city that should’ve meant nothing, but instead became a thread that unraveled something much bigger. I remember sitting there and watching the world go by and feeling that gut-punch sense that something wasn’t right—that people were slipping through the cracks, and not getting noticed. That feeling stuck with me all shift, gnawing at the edges. So when I got home, I started writing. This post was the beginning of pulling that thread, trying to make sense of how easy it is for people to disappear in plain sight—and how sometimes, a medic is the only one who sees it.