Even if I’m looking forward to lunch with you. Even if you called two hours ago to invite me to a movie today. Even if I’m waiting by the correct gate for an airplane.
I get lost in thought so easily. Or a book. Or a nap.
I no longer trust myself to be where I’m supposed to be. Is that an early sign of dementia?
Forgoing alarms might bolster my brain power. But I’m willing to risk flaccidity for the exquisite joy of getting lost.
And then found.
I get lost in thought so easily. Or a book. Or a nap.
I no longer trust myself to be where I’m supposed to be. Is that an early sign of dementia?
Forgoing alarms might bolster my brain power. But I’m willing to risk flaccidity for the exquisite joy of getting lost.
And then found.
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