What do you do
at the beginning
of the end
of a story?
Hold fast the feeling
of sandpaper hands
of worn and tired rosaries
of stiff furniture wrapped in plastic.
Inhale the air
of tiger balm
of the damp, dark, disinfected hallway
of concoctions of ginseng, seahorse, and powdery dreams.
Hold your breath to the melody
of spilled pills
of hesitant doors opening and closing
of the rhythmic hum of snores, sniffles, and television whispers.
Replay the image
of the wrinkled forehead
of greys floating down paisley pajamas
of fluorescent flickers against translucent skin.
And just be
because they can no longer.
Cindy A. Nguyen 
Would love to read your final dissertation. I earned an MH (Master of Humanities) in Art and Visual Media and love reading about different cultures.
Thank you for the words of encouragement. It’s a long process, but I will share pieces of my findings, thoughts, and writings here. Best wishes from hanoi!