Memory

I’m loosing memory.

I’m obliged to take note about any little thing.  I do not remember the plot of a film 15 minutes after the session and I often re-read a book, police stories too, with a sense of deja-vu but without recollecting the ending.

Not to mention the absolute impossibility to decline my own telephone number when requested.

Writing books (as I am still doing) could also serve the objective of avoiding the obliviousness of an entire life.

And the blog, this blog, recall facts and thoughts I didn’t keep in mind.

One step more toward cyborgisation.