I certainly wasn't in the thick of it then, and I can not begin to
imagine what it is, to have to leave your home with all your lifetime worth of
memories in it, not knowing if you'd
lose it, and not knowing whether you'd get out of it alive... My heart goes out to those people who'd suffered a loss, and those whose life might have just turned upside down with no clear picture ahead.
All one has to do is convert something unmemorable — like a string of numbers, a deck of cards, a shopping list, or Paradise
Lost — into a series of engrossing visual images and then mentally arrange them within an
imagined space, a
memory palace.
Can you
imagine waking up from a coma, hearing that you not only survived a car crash, but have
lost all
memory of the last few years, including marrying Channing Tatum and are left questioning who you are?