The Green Terminal

The control desk outside a treatment room of a cancer centre in Texas on a hot spring afternoon, flat fluorescent light, on a grey steel desk a boxy cream video terminal, its dark screen glowing with rows of short soft green dashes, blurred, a cream keyboard with plain keys, an empty swivel chair pushed back from the desk, a pale blue cardigan over its back, a small black and white television monitor showing in grey an empty treatment couch under a large rounded machine head, a printer with a fold of blank paper, at the right the massive treatment room door standing ajar, a small red lamp glowing above it.