am reminded of a much older friend of mine.
knew her when i was about 20.
sometimes in her house she would launch into a kind of stream of consciousness narration.
i was trying to be polite and follow, make appropriate noises.
but i found it puzzling.
she would speak of events long before i was born, re people i'd never met, and seemingly not close ones to her.
i was always waiting for the significance to be revealed.
but there wasn't any. hence puzzling to me.
why think about it, talk about it ? why bother ?
i never said this of course.
eg, glancing out the window, back garden, a person who used to live over there, before the war, had one child, who married somebody who worked somewhere, whose boss drove a rover, and had a cousin who came from dorset . . .
it was like a mental maze.
and i was lost.
i hadn't known her for more than a couple of years before i noticed this.
so i don't know if she'd always done it.
it must have been well over 10 years later when she showed signs of dementia.
i wonder now if that was a lead-in; a kind of unravelling, as if every thing she'd known must be spoken, however random.
i don't know.
but people with dementia often seem to become obsessed with strange things, eg, with a person who passes by.
and a whole confabulation ensues.
isn't the mind strange, and complex, sense of identity, continuity.
sorry, rambling.