I suppose I could blame it on the glass of wine I'm drinking. Or the general sense of fatigue I've been experiencing for the last two days.
Or perhaps, it's just because I'm getting older. My brain isn't functioning as efficiently as it used to do.
That scares me, gentle reader. Not the spectre of death. Dying happens. It will happen to you. It will happen to me.
No, what scares me is losing who I am. Losing my memories. Becoming some pathetic thing curled up on his side in a state hospital wearing adult diapers and not knowing what's going on from one moment to another.
Losing myself is what scares me the most. Not dying.W
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