ENTERING THE FUGUE
Singapore, August 2020. My father's descent into dementia began some five years ago. Watching a warm and intelligent man gradually lose his faculties, I found myself pondering human consciousness, the vagaries of personal memory, how our faculties are so variable person to person. And so fragile. "Everything you can imagine is real" [... Picasso] and perhaps we each live in our own bubbles of reality. How do we really know who we are? How can we really know someone else?
Dad passed away 11th January 2023