Living On Shaky Ground

I just made this comment on a blog I follow:

Learning to live on shaky ground is mostly about finding somewhere else that is safe – even in the knowledge that the safe place is, perhaps, a construct.

Tales From The Third Dementia

I don’t have anything I want to write beyond that I dreamed up the idea of the third dementia and I wanted to record it somewhere. It’s pure ego.

I also thought of the fourth dementia, but somehow it doesn’t grab me. We, the human race, have lots of experiences in the third dimension, and that seems enough dimensions to work with – so third dementia it is.

If they ever make a pilot, I think someone talking over the poor person’s head would be as dark as it needs to get. Does she like to listen to music? Does he remember where he lives? All those painful sentences.

The Fourth Dementia – a space one enters and immediately forgets having entered once one leaves.