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It affects memory first. You forget what you were doing, what you did. The thoughts fleet away until the head echoes hollow. Then dreams. They linger, blend, return – alter. Then perception. Then language. Then balance. And then you die. Your brain will turn on you intriguingly quickly. A feeling of estrangement is usually the first sign: It is beginning to forget you. As the illness progresses, the things you lose, the meetings you miss, are of increasing importance. Toothbrush turns into housekeys turns into Mum and Dad. The entirety of the condition is occupied by a sensation of unnamed bereavement. You may catch yourself ente

Getting along with strangers And coping with changes And feeling just like seven again, yes Or, no, I've never really ever been or Done or felt, thought most anything I've always taken life by the hand Like a nice girl Boy if you knew What I thought that I were All I wanted was some attention But this hypertension Is getting to me faster than them, so / Leave me with my intentions I need to keep them near me, please Believe me and my pretensions And talk about the weather, dear Please don't judge me by state Let's just say I haven't been myself of late Deceive me until I come round, please I need this time to accelerate /

Do not ask me how I found him; it was no intention of mine. I simply did because the living move and the rest tend to stay put. He had been sitting in that old chair for ages. It was only a matter of time before somebody would come across it, and it was only fair that someone finally should. It was so hot that day, even indoors, even in that ancient building. At first sight I assumed he was just another fugitive of the sun like myself. When I think back I recall the subtle indications I missed then; the smooth and thick layer of dust on the floor around him; his full set of clothing in the vibrant heat. I thought I saw him flinch as I entere