Note to world #238

She has no idea who I am.

Actually, she has no idea who she is.

But neither do I – on both counts – so that makes two of us. I sit next to her and dwell on the meaning of existence
while she wastes away quietly, her body carrying her forward despite the absence of her mind – which is sometimes how I feel, too.

And I wonder which of us is dying.

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