'Dementia. Such a wee soft, small word.' This was the line that broke me. Because he's right, it's the wrong name for something that wreaks such havoc on a life and sends ripples far beyond immediate family. But this monologue also invites us to think about our memories - the ones we conjure up and the uninvited ones. There is a beautiful lilt, a rhythm to this piece, and the easy flow of it belies the true skill in word choice and placement.
'Dementia. Such a wee soft, small word.' This was the line that broke me. Because he's right, it's the wrong name for something that wreaks such havoc on a life and sends ripples far beyond immediate family. But this monologue also invites us to think about our memories - the ones we conjure up and the uninvited ones. There is a beautiful lilt, a rhythm to this piece, and the easy flow of it belies the true skill in word choice and placement.