You wouldn't know Deja Vu if it bit you in the ass
- but you'd think that you do. It would feel just like,
in the back of your head - there's
a memory, maybe
a dream, where
something happened. You can't quite -
find your way back. But it feels
very certainly, teasingly
like what just happens to be
happening, just about now.
What if the personified or demonized psychological concept
of experiencing a strong but delusive or illusory sense
of the familiar were sneaking up on you
- "I've been here before!
I know this scene!" - then, trying
to remember where and when, as elusive details misdirect,
slip by right and left, bearing no resemblance
whatsoever to whatever you are trying so forcibly
to unforget - and most importantly! To
reconstruct what happens next "AAAGH! WHAT WAS THAT?!"
Whirling round,
"Something just
bit me
IN THE ASS -
AGAIN!!"
- nothing there!
no sign!
there never is.
What was it? But
you wouldn't know, even then. Even though
you're convinced
that you did.
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