Saturday, August 21, 2004

my father in dementia or Alzheimer's losing mooring, where is where. asks: did you know Eleanor Bramhall (id est: my mother). confusion in the brain itself, language on the outside. where are we? and worse: what are you doing to me? this confusion. words as improper tools. "my language did this to me". he came back, and he knew he came back (what happened?) with Ravel's Bolero and even drumming together, bang the drum.

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