I got a roll of film developed recently that had some shots that I took way back in September of last year. I had forgotten about them entirely.
It's the strangest sensation when this happens. When some piece of the past that had previously not existed suddenly appears and new memories are formed about an event that happened long ago.
When a new past is born.
When a wave that you don't remember seeing (but that crossed your bow way out at sea) suddenly crashes into you at shore. And carries you forward.
Or eastward, rather.