Weeks pass, and the calm you felt under the ocean has not left. However, you keep finding yourself drawing blanks on obvious aspects of your life. You feel clearheaded, light – but there have been times you couldn’t remember whether you’ve taken a photo before, or if you know any songs by heart. You haven’t recorded anything new, either. It doesn’t feel right when you do.
It’s as if some part of your own memories are still circling back around in that primordial abyss, untethered and formless.