Coming home from the dog park, I planned to start organizing my storage space. I said I would do just a single box when I got home. I’ll do a little at a time, I says to myself. And maybe over time, I can get through all of it.
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Misplaced Memory
I hardly know what I’ve been doing lately because my memory has been so entirely horrible. I know I’ve been busy with multiple tasks, including painting. And then there’s physical therapy, neurotherapy, and my regular therapist (psychologist). I guess that takes up about 5 to 6 hours a week, including driving.
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Since my last post, I’ve been feeling resigned and, I think, depressed about my art trajectory. I spent a good amount of time developing a new project plan, but it didn’t reach a satisfactory conclusion. Meaning the goal wasn’t feasible, interesting, or physically attainable. At least, not in reality.
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I don’t know, I felt like writing, but now I can’t think. What was I going to say? Fuck if I know!
…This is the kind of thing that keeps happening. I just started going to speech therapy. Speech therapy is more like cognitive therapy, but “cognitive therapy” is a type of talk therapy in psychology. So, don’t be confused. Since my brain surgery, I can’t remember stuff, I get confused, and I can’t process things like I normally would. Or like I could before the surgery. I don’t know what the new “normal” is!
Continue readingThe Last 812 Words
It’s the last day of the year. 2025 is just about over, and can 2026 be any worse? I don’t want to say “I don’t think so” because it very well might be. It’s hard to imagine things getting worse, but I said that at the beginning of the year.
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