When I was reading the Proust reading, I feel like I was able to understand it much easier than the other readings. One of the reasons is because the language was much more common. Another reason is because I think I could relate to it. Proust continuously relates to waking up and being confused as to where he is and why he is there. Sometimes when I wake up in the morning I think that I am in my room at home and then go to stop my alarm or check my phone. However, when it is not where I thought it was, for the seconds that follow that I am scared and very confused. Then once I figure out that I am in my dorm I calm down and realize that I was just confusing my present with my past. I think this is a very interesting concept that Proust experiments with. The confusion in those seconds is an interesting feeling that is unlike anything else. Proust says it quite well: “The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object of which I have no inkling. And it depends on chance whether or not we come upon this object before we ourselves must die.” This is true to the instances of those seconds of confusion. We may never remember those past moments if we didn’t have these moments of confusion when the past is mixed up with the future. We may be confused and feel “out-of-mind” but when you think about it, it is a memory that we may never get back.