Today I have had my share of memory disturbances. I woke up “remembering” an event that apparently
never happened. Disorienting, yes. The more I thought about it the more I
remembered it happening just the way I had pictured until it was proved that
not only didn’t it happen, it could never have happened. It’s moments like these that you wonder about
your own mental acuity. I wonder if I’m
loosing it. What could it be? Alzheimer’s?
Dementia? Schizophrenia? It’s
like that joke: They say the second thing to go is the memory… I can’t remember
what the first thing is. Should I be
worried? Or should I merrily go along
and chalk it up to yet another brain-burp?
At this point I vote for the later.
Why worry? It’s like rocking in a rocking chair. I won’t get anywhere but I’ll have something
to do while I get there.
We artists are typically a little crazy anyway, so I guess I
will fit right in, in the loony bin. I
think I’ll just put a flower in my hat and hum.
Who cares that I can’t remember what actually came in the mail 2 months
ago. I’m sure I’m good company and that’s
enough.
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