I’m in Starbucks waiting for my friend Matt. I’m feeling on edge - not because of Matt - something portentous in the atmosphere out there. But I go on about that feeling too much.
What more could put me at ease than three millennials loudly chatting about what they think deja-vu is?
This guy thinks it’s memories writing themselves. The other has a weird theory about people synchronising their dreams somehow. I’m not really clever enough to get my head round that.
“You know it’s just a glitch in The Matrix, right?” asks the third, who’s slightly older.
“It’s a what?”
“Never mind.”
The other two have no clue what he’s talking about. I catch my reflection in the glass. I am grey.
Perhaps this edgy feeling is a similar thing to deja-vu. It lasts a little longer though - and I’m never really sure what it’s all about. No tidal wave looms over Starbucks today. As far as I know we’re clear of inbound comets too. Or perhaps that’s just what the robots want us to believe?
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