<< Old cars, stained mattresses,  glue bags and broken glass  litter the derelict factory grounds. A last gasp for consciousness  as unfinished things flash past a cry for salvation  as the machete finds its mark.  The doors are flung open  in our mental institutions: Inmates become flatmates  and cause a public nuisance. Forgotten refugees  playing hide and seek in the dark Told get yourself together  or sleep in the park .>>