‘It’s that place again. The forest clearing with light trickling down. It is beautiful. I know that this place is special to me.
Where is it? Why do I keep remembering it? I know I’ve never really been there except for in my mind..
Or have I? And forgotten about it? I can’t seem to remember things as clearly as before… I ..
There, it’s that place again. It’s beautiful.’
‘What do you think, doctor?’
‘She is trying. Often, I see her lost in thought, making attempts to hold onto fading memories. Some may be clear as well, clear as they were while they were being created. But she may not know what they are about. Her mind is gradually transforming into a maze.
Memory maps do help; but it looks like we introduced them late. The pieces had already begun to fall off by the time they were noticed.’
