“Somos nue­stra memo­ria, somos ese qui­mé­ri­co museo de for­mas incon­stan­tes, ese mon­tón de espe­jos rotos”. (Jor­ge Luis Bor­ges) At Giuseppina’s eve­ry mir­ro­ring sur­fa­ce is cove­red. She is gra­dual­ly beco­ming alien to her­self. Alzheimer’s crea­tes a fal­se per­cep­tion of one’s ima­ge. This misper­cep­tion cau­ses the incur­ren­ce of a sort of seni­le demen­tia, the mir­ro­red ima­ge looks […]