I fear that my visits to Temendia are, however much they seem to be mere visits, the first stages of my own relocation, by own habitation, my own removal to the status of a resident.

In Temendia I seem to move through a world composed of remnants. Not in the way I thought during my first visits. Past and ‘present’ are mingled. But the immediate past, what occurred 20 or 10 minutes ago is just as likely to be jumbled as things happening 10 or 20 years ago. More likely, in my experience. What is impaired is my ability to construct a narrative that plausibly connects present experience with the past.