But there's good news, too
...a dispatch from bewilderness
The brain is divided in half. The right hemisphere takes visual information, puts it together, and says "ah, that is a chair” or “that is a bear” or “that is a horse” or a tree or a book. But the left side? When the right side sees a house, the left side says: “It’s Joe’s house.” Or: “It’s my house. It’s where I live.”
In my first life, I built roads and bridges with words. I parked one word next to the other and they stayed where I put them. Then access routes blew up. There was no bridge, but I needed to cross the river, no airport, but I needed to land, no road, but I needed to get to Amtrak, no Amtrak, but I needed to catch a train.
I had Cognitive Fluctuations. I fluctuated between pretty smart, then as smart as a stone, then swung from uninhibited to uninhabited. A boxing match with brain damage.
There were lots of green people. They were called residents. They scurried and slumped and looked like they were on the 40th hour of a 12-hour shift. Their mileage varied and so did mine. They had dark circles under their eyes. I avoided mirrors.
I still avoid mirrors and my mileage still varies. For instance, things freighted with vast significance get confused with things that should be freighted with vast insignificance, while things with vast insignificance get confused with things that should be freighted with vast significance. I’m not sure which is which.
P.S. But there’s good news, too. There remains a spark of me in me which I fan into flame because no one else can.
Judith is a wordsmith like no other. Her humor is part of her brilliance.