A Failing Mind

It's getting gradually harder to remember things.

My mind is muddling up memories and facts, and I find that I'm now wrong more often than I'm right.

It's not a good feeling.

And so I guess this is it.

This is the slow descent into death.

The apex came and went without so much as an acknowledgement.

Didn't even rise from the gutter.

And that's that.

Joaquin out.