Just watched a movie called My Father featuring Anthony Hopkins in the lead role as a man suffering from Alzheimer’s Disease. Really makes me think deeply about how I feel about something awful like that happened to me or anyone at all in the whole world. Bloody awful, I would say.
It doesn’t really matter how or why it happens (sod the karma of it all), it’s just terrible. To forget and not know that one has forgotten and so to think that the rest of these world has gone mad has to be the height of sadness.
Almost makes me want to give up writing fiction when there’s so much fact that’s so dramatic already. Zombies novels? Bah, who needs ’em!