( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

I'm not quite sure why, but I keep finding myself going back to the bookshop where I woke up.

I suppose I just find the atmosphere comforting. And it's nice to just sit and read. I'm not sure why, but I'm not terribly bothered by not having my memory. Either this will pass, or we'll learn to carry on and build new lives. I imagine I am probably in the minority in this respect, but that is just how I feel.