UP IN SMOKE

I and MY LOVELY DAUGHTER visited my mother in the nursing home this evening.

Before we leave we always make sure she gets a change to smoke.
She calms down. She is happy. She is in control. Life is good.

When we leave she has to deliver the lighting back to the nurse,
and her illusion of a perfect world bursts like a beautiful soap bubble.
In that moment she remembers that she has the terrible disease called Alzheimer.



(The bubble man is André )