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I have been diagnosed with Dementia, a little like a daydream gone awry. A holiday for people made of sand. Whiling away time on the glowing horizon my mind visits uncharted waters, my brain hooks on to something unanchored and acidic and here begins the process: my knowledge disintegrates like a puzzle loosing its image. Our walls of communication melt into the salty aether. Pieces of logic deteriorate and my personality is released through an unconditional vacancy on an unnamed boulevard. Maybe I see my body, someone’s body, an ego waving from the shore, behind a screen, but I drift away into a crossword slammed down in front of me...

You do this, here! A cross word is drawn in the D, dunes before dusk.

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