Always the protagonist, his characters enjoy life more than him now. They have the chance to grow, to be free, to live forever — like he wanted to.
Looking down toward the street below from a window inside The Museum of Modern Art in Manhattan, New York. August 19th, 2023
When I was a hundred, I was fearless.
Pervis was irritated by the admonishment, and instead of the Brandy Alexander he had anticipated, out of sheer schoolboy spite, he made himself a straight bourbon.
Looking back, the way he lived his life before he started suffering from Alzheimer's, was like a man who was trying to complete his bucket list while he was still able to.
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No one else around seemed to mind or notice that the girl was not standing on the floor, or sitting in a very high chair.
not seeing anything, but the things we wanted to see.
His expression is evidence of his brain telling the rest of his body to divert all the stored chemical energy to the muscles in his face that make his lips pucker in the middle and curl up at the edges. Making him smile makes me smile, and it feels good, until one second later when it doesn’t.
If not for yourself Live for those who love you Anxiety runs high They don’t need to see It’s written on your face
I never wanted to be here, but now that I’m here, I don’t want to leave. Floating away and thinking I’m happy, but I’M not.
I walked across a memory, and fell into a forgotten place; it was a lapse in memory. I’ve hurt myself. As I climb to the edge of the cranial recall.
life is strife and to survive it too long is the true “hell.”
Exactly one year had passed since the first time he forgot who I was. That event would change my life and start me on a path of discovery reconciling emotion, and grief and ultimately healing and fulfillment through my writing, prose, and poetry.