Just like Sherlock enters his memory palace when he needs to recall something in the drama "Sherlock," I find myself stepping into my own memory haven when memories flood in. In my mind, this space often takes the form of a nighttime beach, where I stand on the sandy shore, and the vast ocean is hidden by an inky darkness. Memories wash ashore like waves, sometimes crashing against me with a rough intensity, while at other times, they gently caress me before receding back into the depths.