The grounds of Hampstead Hospital, seen from the road, had a cozy, corporate feel, more like a conference center than a loony bin, but that made it somehow more spooky in a Jonathan Glazer/Alex Garland kind of way as my father smoothly took a right at the large, colorful, carved wooden bed-and-breakfast type sign and drove slowly up the rising, winding …
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