I’m in the first stage of dementia and I may be in my last few months or year of being awake to who I was and who I am. I’m carving my epitaph as I write. These words are my truth.
HUMBLE HOWLS 1945-2020, 21, 22, 23, 24,… 25?
FROM A BIODEGRADING BRAIN STROLLING LEISURELY TOWARDS THE RIVER LETHE
I’m in the first stage of dementia and I may be in my last few months or year of being awake to who I was and who I am. I’m carving my epitaph as I write. These words are my truth.