While visiting E. in Alabama, we've been spending some time with E.'s mother, who is in an assisted living facility nearby. After about 10 minutes there I am totally absorbed into the climate. It's easy to chat with residents: "yes, I haven't seen you for quite a while. Let's catch up later," and I find myself thinking, who knows, maybe these people are not demented, maybe they're just passing into a different place where we really do/did know each other. It's sort of weird, and it makes me think that I should never, ever work in a place like that if I can help it, because I'm too darn adaptable. How would I keep track of what is real? Do actors have this same experience? Is that why so many actors I know are completely screwy?
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