Last night I found myself in a nightclub crowded with déjà vus.
It was a scene of the already seen, which made the occasion all the stranger, being elbow-to-elbow with so many strangers who suddenly seemed so familiar.
The music was pumping and the drinks were strong.
Transient beings felt like friends with whom I’ve already danced beneath a glittery disco ball.
Maybe the experience was all an anomaly of memory, wish fulfillment or a recollection of steps already taken.
I took another sip of my drink and brushed up against another déjà vu.
I kept moving to the precognition of distant melodies already having soothed me somewhere in the distant past of the forever now.