The end of magic

In these long years, I have not been able to draw for most of the time, but even in the worst moments, my mind elaborated images that I could then put on paper as soon as I would have been able to. Now I can’t even think of these images, which tells me that something new has occurred to my mind. I have been drawing and thinking of images since I was four. Then, when I was a young adult, I found that these images could be translated into mathematical ideas, which opened another world for me. I don’t know whether the disease has taken completely over or if this is part of the process of ageing, but it is very hard to accept.