You don’t have any concept of time. Your memory is shot. You make up stories to fill the gaps, as you can no longer hear reason.
You can’t see, you can’t hear. Yes I know what day it is.
No, you’re not alone. You’re never alone. Why can’t you grasp that anymore?
Why are you messing with the thermostat? You had me fix that six minutes ago.
What day is it? You just asked me that.
You think you have to go to a home? Yes. I agree, but it’s not that simple is it?
Yes, he’s visiting his girlfriend. Yes, he’s coming home. He didn’t move away.
You have to change the thermostat? What changed in the eleven seconds that has passed?
The moments of lucidity are getting smaller and smaller. Farther and further apart.
I miss you, Grandma.


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