There are over twenty years worth of accumulated memories crammed into the space where I was unconscious during the coma. Memories that are as complete as the best memory or the worst nightmare. Details as mundane as the weekly shopping list or as amazing as the smell of fresh-squeezed lemons. Between the olfactory memories and the tangible details like the texture of cinders under my bare feet while walking up a country road in winter.... it makes for memory which is simultaneously impossible and yet memorable in a way in which my daily life or even my dreams have never been.
