Hello, and welcome to La La Land. Some sort of surreal, partial world that resembles the real one I used to know. Where bad things were bad, good things were good, and the recognition of either was possible. Here, inside my mind of dimentia nothing counts, nothing cuts the surface, and simply blurs by. In this place, I am. That is the extent. I'm not something specific, just Am. It's where I live, sit, breathe, and wander. Where I do not think, do not want to think. Strangley enough it's not so bad. But yet I'm so afraid of it. The mere idea brings fear.