He sat on a park bench to clear his mind.  Birds were at play inside of trees, but he instead got taken in by an elderly man who sat catatonic across from him.  A point came when he had to step up and ask if all was well.  Moments did pass, but the surprise was in the eloquence of voice and manner with which the old man then mumbled, I'm looking for misplaced days, so many of them.  Nothing next stirred between them till the man actually looked up: I've lived tens of thousands of days, why can I recall only ten?  He remembered that he was able to grasp the question only because the old man's eyes staring at him were gargantuan from behind the thickness of the lenses.