Thursday September 18, 2014

at this point, i'd probably be okay with tossing myself into the fires of mount doom

it keeps happening.

i’ll be walking to or from class, and memories just wash over me. it seems a lot like wandering around, invisible, in the midst of the past. passing a corner and remembering one time i rode my bike past that corner and saw an old acquaintance from high school, shouting a thing we always shouted at each other, and then rolling by.

parking on Cramer again, as i do every wednesday, looking at a house i’ve only been in a couple times, remembering every time i stared at that house 15 years ago.

i wonder if this is what dementia feels like. just awash in memories, indistinguishable from the physical world.

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