A 23-year-old British man is baffling doctors with claims that he feels like he’s been stuck in a time loop for the last 8 years. Each and every day, the man (whose name has remained off record) gets an oppressive feeling of deja vu whenever he encounters – well, anything.
Deja vu is generally a mystery to neurologists and psychologists and any other ologists who look at brains, but one thing is for sure – everybody experiences it at one point or another, especially when at Burning Man. Chronic deja vu however, is decidedly less common, and doctors are scrambling to figure out how to alleviate it, outside of sending someone to Burning Man.
Some labcoat-wearing motherfuckers believe that it deja vu is just a neurological twitch of sorts, tricking the brain into recognizing familiarities that aren’t there, while other labcoat-wearing motherfuckers believe that it’s the result of a misfiring of neurons. What nobody seems to consider is that perhaps, at least in the case of this particular chronic sufferer, the cause was some sort of a mishap involving a time-machine, a breach of trust, and a desperate scramble to repair the fabric of the space time continuum. One could imagine that after spending 8 years in a time loop it would become rather easy to lose track of who you are and what your mission is. While the man in question hasn’t been running around reacting incredulously to the date on newspapers, he has given up on watching television, because he feels like he’s seen it all before.
A 23-year-old British man is baffling doctors with claims that he feels like he’s been stuck in a time loop for the last 8 years. Each and every day, the man (whose name has remained off record) gets an oppressive feeling of dejavu whenever he encounters – well, anything.
Deja vu is generally a mystery to neurologists and psychologist and any other – oh my god. This sounds a bit familiar, I must say. It’s like I already wrote this article at some point in the past … or the future … and I really don’t remember why it is that I’m even writing it. There’s a nagging voice in my head telling me to warn people of the impending apocalypse that will undoubtedly occur if we don’t take down Senator Greg Stillson immediately. He seems good on the surface, but if you knew what I know, you’d see that nothing can stop me from my task. The fate of the world – NAY – the universe depends upon the completion of my mission! Get out of my way! No, that’s not a gun, it’s just a box of roses and no you can’t take a look inside. What would my, uh, mother think if I brought her used roses? Hey, I heard Senator Stillson has a speaking engagement around these parts, any way you can point me in the direction of this event?