Remembering ‘Still Alice’: An Ode to Tales of the ‘Uneasy A’

Imagine being dead, but forced to still walk among the living, invisible, inconsequential, no longer heralded. If growth is the sign of life, Alice has stopped growing and whatever she had to learn about the world or herself has already been learnt and cannot be altered anymore. The stop-clock has stopped and she cannot alter her status quo, try as she may. So, all she’s left with.. is her still being Alice. And that front row seat to the raging storm of the illness may retain you till the end. Continue reading Remembering ‘Still Alice’: An Ode to Tales of the ‘Uneasy A’