All the houses, rooms, apartments that have been home at one time or another, by fading into the background they defined a sense of presence and a context for feelings, desire, possibilities. You don't think of them as if you had left something behind, but if one were to reappear in a kind of vivid dream it would be more than a déjà vu, marked with all the pathos of an epoch. Memories are unreliable but strange returns are possible you are determined by contexts and these are built by the imagination, not given. Consciousness is limited to the interior of the worlds you are able to imagine, but you are the dreamer of the dreaming of worlds.