Otatso Wetlands tragic eyes I can't recognize myself behind

Somehow, he found himself back in this place.

His head felt foggy.
His tongue felt foreign in his mouth.
He found himself ambling along aimlessly, as if he was a tumbleweed with legs. Legs that were sodden and muddied by the wetlands. Acutely, he seemed to realize this, waking up for a moment. He peered down at his limbs, which were submerged in a layer of foul looking water. They felt numb.

In a way, everything did.

Why am I in this godforsaken swamp? Was the thought echoing through his head as he paused. Upon turning around, he soon realized he had already traveled a fair distance into the bog. There was no end in sight. With a huff, he shook his head and chose to retreat in the way he had came.