Years ago, I went down to the beach early one morning. The tide was extra-low, and as I walked across the sand towards the water’s edge, a fog descended. I found myself stranded, with no sight of the water in front of me or of the dyke-road behind. I could have been anywhere. Just sand and fog and the shushing of the waves that I could hear but not see.
The past fourteen months feels like that: everything is lost in a memory-fog. Events happened, but they quickly faded from view.