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deja vu ain't like it used to be...
Friday, August 2nd, 2002 08:31 amI got the strangest, strongest sense of deja vu last night during dinner.
When this happens, for me (it may be different for other people), it's in two stages, temporally far apart. The first stage is when I glimpse this frozen moment, like a photograph but more of a complete snapshot, aware not just of the visual but of all senses and thoughts and context. The situation always seems completely improbable for many reasons, and I always dismiss it and forget about it until it actually happens. Then the second stage is, suddenly, when the moment creeps up on me and the view aligns with the forgotten "photograph". I remember having "seen" it, I remember thinking how improbable the scenario was when I "saw" it, and I always remember having dismissed it as something that could never happen.
I was looking into my dish of (very yummy!) curry/chili/stew last night and thinking deeply about some lengthy emails I'm exchanging with dhe and december30, and suddenly that frozen moment hit me and I knew I'd been there before. It must have been a while ago that I glimpsed it because we've had the new dishes for a few months, and I remembered having thought:
a) we don't have bowls like that.
b) i would *never* willingly eat sausage.
c) why would i be writing with [december30], when we've probably only said ten words to each other, ever?
d) i don't own that shirt.
e) i have my period? that would never happen.
And yet.
Weird.
When this happens, for me (it may be different for other people), it's in two stages, temporally far apart. The first stage is when I glimpse this frozen moment, like a photograph but more of a complete snapshot, aware not just of the visual but of all senses and thoughts and context. The situation always seems completely improbable for many reasons, and I always dismiss it and forget about it until it actually happens. Then the second stage is, suddenly, when the moment creeps up on me and the view aligns with the forgotten "photograph". I remember having "seen" it, I remember thinking how improbable the scenario was when I "saw" it, and I always remember having dismissed it as something that could never happen.
I was looking into my dish of (very yummy!) curry/chili/stew last night and thinking deeply about some lengthy emails I'm exchanging with dhe and december30, and suddenly that frozen moment hit me and I knew I'd been there before. It must have been a while ago that I glimpsed it because we've had the new dishes for a few months, and I remembered having thought:
a) we don't have bowls like that.
b) i would *never* willingly eat sausage.
c) why would i be writing with [december30], when we've probably only said ten words to each other, ever?
d) i don't own that shirt.
e) i have my period? that would never happen.
And yet.
Weird.
