I can feel my brain gradually deteriorating, dissolving like something...dissolvable. Dissolvable is a word, though some spell checks would say otherwise, adding to the feeling. Memory is my greatest weakness - if I could just effortlessly remember half of what I thought about or wanted to do, I'd be golden. At least silver. One of the scariest moments I've experienced was having this one epiphany, then a couple days later reading something I'd written years earlier about having the exact same epiphany.

Entropy's a bitch!