Me: Maybe dejavú is the brief recollection that we are only the universe experiencing itself outside of time. It is the moment when it locks eyes with its own reflection. A familiarity found in the illusion of something novel. A brief reminder the present is only the future’s nostalgia and the past’s yearning as all three inhabit the same space. A constant coalescing only experienced in a minute moment of satisfying mystery. My cat: *meows in hunger *