![]() The thing about déjà vu is it has always passed really quickly – thiry seconds, a minute at most.Įverything is the same: Eileen Cho squealing over her roses in first period and Samara Phillips leaning over and crooning, ‘he must really love you.’ I pass the same people in the halls at the same time. That’s the way I feel, at least: like there’s a real me and a reflection of me, and I have no way of telling which is which. ![]() Science is probably my worst subject, so I didn’t understand the whole article, but that would explain the weird double feeling it leaves you with, like the whole world is splitting in half – or you are. I read once that you get déjà vu when the two halves of your brain process things are different speed: the right hand half a few second before the left, or vice versa. ![]()
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