1998

Selfie

I listen to people
They drink their coffee
They share clear, confident opinions

They discuss the meaning of abstract thought
The 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

Its 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
The minutes
The hours

OnceITstarted
IT hasn’t moved   -  IThas stayed quiet
At times I persuade myself that there's nothing the matter with me

But all the timeIT is blossoming
Slowly and silently
Destroying me

To save myself
I try to record every event of my life
Capturing from moment to moment what is happening

Everything - however small - must be preserved
For even though it may seem unimportant
Each image might be the  …..

Am I looking for an answer, or a cure?
and will there be an answer?
Will there be a cure?

1993