Nana is losing her mind, her warden left a voicemail:
"She keeps putting her bra on over her jumper"
Is this how we have to go out? Who we are slipping away out of our heads, forgetting the basics but remembering the war; full of stories but no life?
The worse bit is she knows what she's losing and it induces a blind panic as she rages against the light.
Love you, miss you, hope peace finds its way into your heart.