what is it about springtime that always gives me this feeling of deja vu? perhaps it is the awakening from winter's psychic hibernation and that moment when you look at yourself and say hey, don't i know you from somewhere?amidst the warmer air and longer days, i get a distinct sense of time overlapping. it's like i've been here before, and simultaneously like i haven't. winter feels so...linear. (perhaps i'm mistaking static for linear?) in springtime, however, i find it highly unlikely that time functions linearly. i'm not talking about a spinning wheel either -- time is way too messy for such a simply-structured model. i suspect that the answer lies in relativity rather than in absolutes.
in this moment (if such a thing exists outside my brain's perception of the concept), i am open to believing in parallel realities, multiple lives or multiple levels of consciousness. or is my brain just regurgitating theories and books and movies? in this day and age (again, whatever that means if time as we conceptualize it doesn't exist), is it even possible to have original thought? sometimes i wonder if we aren't so programmed that even our rebellion is merely an acting out of what we've been taught to do.
i have this low-grade, continuous flutter of deja vu in my gut. the sun and warm air feel familiar and feel right, but are they only noticeable due to the contrast with what preceded? either way, they are intoxicating and rouse desire to do something risky, but they are also making me nostalgic. i continue, overwhelmed by mystery yet emboldened by possibility.
huh. i guess this is what they call spring fever?
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