IT OFTEN HAPPENS TO ME, this sudden feeling of having been here before, in an indefinite past time, at this place. Before me lay a city bathed in the early sun rays, smoke, and panic. My Tesla sped through the streets of Globalized London, streets that looked so different on that day. My medical beeper buzzed relentlessly. The Ancient Greeks called this feeling anamnesis. Like waking up to some ineffable truth, peaking behind a curtain that is far beyond myself, just for a split second.
“... unclear if the explosion on Trafalgar Square is a terrorist attack,” a male voice in the late forties broke my thoughts through the crackling radio, trying to sound matter-of-fact. But I sensed the tremor behind it.
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