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Huh.

So, I was talking to an arty friend today about printmaking, and how I was taking an interest again. And she’s all, like, “Oh! You must go to the current show at Rye Art Gallery. It’s by a printmaker named Norman Ackroyd.”

No lie. Look at the image they’re advertising it with.

Weird coincidence? Maybe I saw the ad somewhere and didn’t consciously remember…?

I dunno.

And I missed it!

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Comment from Mitchell
Time: June 14, 2018, 5:15 am

Oooh spooky! It’s like that twilighty show about that zone.

 


Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: June 14, 2018, 1:35 pm

Stoaty, one of the things I like about your writing is that you’re not afraid to use italics for emphasis. And you know how and when to use them, too. Keep up the good work.

As for not consciously remembering: Years ago I read that one of the theories about the cause of deja vu is that part of your brain may be somewhat inattentive when a stimulus comes in, but the brain still records the stimulus (a picture, a sound, whatever). But you don’t consciously remember it. Then, when the stimulus comes in again, you think consciously it’s the first time, but that dim dim memory nudges you and says, “Hey. We seen this already.” Maybe that’s what happened to you.

In my experience, deja vu happens a lot less as you get older. Now that I’ve actually seen a thing or two, like the Farmer’s Insurance commercial, I usually know for sure when and how I saw Stimulus X before; it’s not a ghostly nagging memory. But maybe that’s just me.

 


Comment from peacelovewoodstock
Time: June 14, 2018, 2:30 pm

Or it could be synchronicity!

The power of the collective unconscious!

 


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: June 14, 2018, 6:53 pm

Maybe it means – Nah, I got nothing.

Just one of those things, happens all the time because you’re really real and everyone around you is a Russian Bot or an NSA troll, or now you can see that exact same image at the Leeds Art Gallery, captioned “Scotland Forever! Charge of the Scots Greys at Waterloo” by Lady Elizabeth Butler because the matrix ran out of pixels this morning.

(And if you find it as a print on-line, it’s labeled “Scotland For Ever” because the person who posted the art is a next generation English language reading challenged dumbass.)

 

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