One year ago today, where was me? me can't remember. See, me have this condition. me can't make new memories. Everythin' just fades. it be been this way for a few years now. me live t' way most couldn't. Habit and routine make me life possible. Conditionin'. Actin' on instinct. me've left myself clues - enough to get through each day. Tattoos, photographs.
Today me woke up, and me was in some motel room. me just - me just woke up and was in - in a motel room. thar's t' key. It felt like maybe it was just t' first time me'd been thar, but perhaps me'd been thar for a week, three months. it be - it be kind of hard to say. me don't - me don't know. It was just an anonymous room.
t' last thin' me remember be me wife. me don't even know how long she's been gone. it be like me've woken up in bed and she's not here...because she's gone to t' bathroom or somethin'. But somehow me just...me just know she's never gonna come back to bed. If me could just...reach over and touch her side of t' bed....me would know that it was cold. But me can't. me know me can't have her back. But me don't want to wake up in t' mornin' thinkin' she's still here. me lie here not knowin' how long me've been alone. So how...how can me heal? How am me supposed to heal if me can't...feel time?
me have to believe in a world outside me own mind. me have to believe that me actions still have meanin', even if me can't remember them. me have to believe that when me eyes be closed, t' world's still thar. Do me believe t' world's still thar? be it still out thar?... Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we be. me be no different.
Anyway what was t' question?
poor guy!
