Both the Problem and the Solution
Listen to this short, remarkable story about a clever strategy which a nursing home in Düsseldorf, Germany came up with to address the problem of disoriented residents wandering away.
“It’s like another thought comes up and you forget what you wanted. It’s like fishes coming up to the surface of the water and then going down again. Thoughts come up and they disappear and you don’t know that they have ever been there. You forget.”
~ Richard Neureither (translated by Regine Hauch) for “The Bus Stop,” by Lulu Miller, Radiolab, March 23, 2010
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZqdIaU5Ox0&w=800&h=572]
Pressure
I'm angry all the time
No one's fault but mine
Tell me how you fashion kind
When you're out of style
And I try hard to answer
All the questions that you've posed
Tell me now how should I care
When I feel so alone
And so unloved
The pressure is rising
I mean it, it's binding
I've been compromising for you
When you come home really late at night
Ripe to pick a fight
I know just the kind you'd like
So come on and bite
And I try hard to answer
All the punches that you throw
Tell me now how should I fair
When I feel so unloved and so alone
The pressure is rising
I mean it, it's binding
I've been compromising for you
The pressure is rising
I've been compromising for you
I'm waiting at the bus stop in the morning
And it's pouring
Oh, I am waiting at the bust stop for you
Staring at walls with closed doors
The key that won't work
Sure helps the time pass by
Saying I'm wrong when I'm wrong
Knowing it's the right thing
Sure helps the thoughts in my mind
The pressure is rising
I mean it, it's binding
I've been compromising for you
You, you
I am waiting at the bus stop
In the morning
And it's boring
ddddd
Pressure
I'm angry all the time
No one's fault but mine
Tell me how you fashion kind
When you're out of style
And I try hard to answer
All the questions that you've posed
Tell me now how should I care
When I feel so alone
And so unloved
The pressure is rising
I mean it, it's binding
I've been compromising for you
When you come home really late at night
Ripe to pick a fight
I know just the kind you'd like
So come on and bite
And I try hard to answer
All the punches that you throw
Tell me now how should I fair
When I feel so unloved and so alone
The pressure is rising
I mean it, it's binding
I've been compromising for you
The pressure is rising
I've been compromising for you
I'm waiting at the bus stop in the morning
And it's pouring
Oh, I am waiting at the bust stop for you
Staring at walls with closed doors
The key that won't work
Sure helps the time pass by
Saying I'm wrong when I'm wrong
Knowing it's the right thing
Sure helps the thoughts in my mind
The pressure is rising
I mean it, it's binding
I've been compromising for you
You, you
I am waiting at the bus stop
In the morning
And it's boring