We’re passing through an inexplicable haze. Is this really happening now or did this happen before? Will we never again experience the joyous memories of yesterday's? The forlorn desire to see our loved ones takes hold as the crude face of the present refuses to take leave. Hundreds of pictures resurface while I rummage through old hard drives. Most of these were clicked at work. Had I unknowingly snapped some images of the current terror or inhibited dreams in advance? Perhaps. We are all passing through an inexplicable haze.