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I listen to people
They drink their coffee
They share clear, confident opinions
They discuss the meaning of abstract thought
Their ways of comprehending the world
Their individual realities
I feel uncomfortable
I find it impossible to understand them
I am aware that something is happening to me
It's arriving as an illness does
But It's not like an ordinary illness
Little by little I feel that my mind is dissolving
My ability to relate to others is disappearing
My memories are fading
I am changing
The seconds tick by
Once It started
It hasn’t moved - It has stayed quiet
At times I persuade myself that there's nothing the matter with me
But all the time It is developing
Slowly and silently
To save myself
I try to make a record of my life
and capture from moment to moment what is happening
Everything - however small - must be preserved
For even though It may seem unimportant
Each image might prove to be the …..
Am I looking for an answer, or a cure?
and could there be an answer?
Will there be a cure?
Or am I simply exhausted with being alive ?