"the time-space of not knowing"

dementia, dysfunction, and getting lost [wastebook 8/26/2024]

I’m not sure I like summer anymore. This one has certainly been rough. We’ve had to be gone alot to take care of my partner’s grandparents, who are slipping further from shared time and space. The dregs of a tropical storm came through and finally cracked the dead tree hanging over the little garage we share with our neighbor — it’s still up there, sticking through the roof in a few places. None of us have had the time/money to get it off. Crabgrass all but took over the garden, but the compost pile did give me a few eggplants. I think I’m only really good at making stuff rot.

This week’s wastebook wants to be an essay so bad, but I won’t let it. It’s about the spectrum of People Who Forget, cognition beyond the skin, and the horror/beauty of getting lost. There’s some narrative non-fiction, photographs I took in August, a couple speculative fiction book recs about what the future might look like as the climate changes, and a little soundtrack.