“I dream for an absentee and oft maligned device—the accident-maker, the soul-taker, my camera; its factory guaranteed third eye, without which I am duly dim and memory denied. No pictures for my contrived Arbus to declare, excepting some stitch of Sexton manages these sentences of despair.” DespairMemoryMental IllnessHospitalAccidentThird EyeCameraPicturesSextonPhotography PoetryArbus Author:Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking
“If you knew you were going to lose your memory but you could choose five things you’d never forget, what would they be— a certain face, a taste, a scent, a touch; how deep in this, the middle of your life?” RememberTimeMemoryRememberingPreciousAlzheimersDimentia Author:Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking