Memories tend to fade over time. Familiar spaces, faces, and senses alter after being distanced from their origin for a certain period. We may even question the existence of where such memories began. After being in isolation for months, the concept of time became an illusion, as I no longer have to wake up in the morning or sleep at night for certain purposes. My biological clock completely reversed during the lockdown quarantine. I hardly ever checked the time because it became meaningless. This experience reminded me of Salvador Dalí’s painting The Persistence of Memory (1931). Dali commented that the aim of this piece was ‘to systematize confusion and thus to help discredit completely the world of reality.’