The remarkable thing was not that the face should be visible here, nor that I had once seen a face in the sea in the mid-70s, the remarkable thing was that I had forgotten it and now remembered. Apart from one or two isolated events that Yngve and I had talked about so often they had almost assumed biblical proportions, I remembered hardly anything from my childhood. That is, I remembered hardly any of the events in it. But I did remember the rooms where they took place. I could remember all the places I had been, all the rooms I had been in. Just not what happened there.

karl ove knausgaard, Karl Ove Knausgaard - A Dea…, loc. 1085