Excerpt from Oink to Ointment, Harry at The Bins
The institution was a world of rules and regulations with logic that would baffle a genius, let alone these poor cast-off souls to understand. The daily norm of imaginary boundaries no one could ever cross, that everyone crossed, except those who are told not to cross after they had already crossed, who would of course cross again and again out of confusion to cross or not. Loud mouths sent to the quite room made it the noisiest room in the ward. Every one had to take their medication, unless they didn't want to. The attendants would awaken and keep everyone up with their shouting to be quite. Then report the difficulty of patients sleeping to the squint-eyed psychiatrists in the morning.