There is a very real similarity between that form of hypnotic narcolepsy that sets in when I’m driving a mundane highway in the small hours, and my attempts to read a book.
Twenty minutes later, and I have NO IDEA what I’ve just read. Nor can I explain the accumulation of saliva on my shirt.
Sometimes, it’s just easier to start over. If I can’t even find a reference point in the previous chapter that I DO REMEMBER reading, then it’s time to just go back to the beginning.
(End of transmission)