2002-11-13 - 4:05 p.m.
I've been having this feeling when I pass strangers on the street where its like I know someone who reminds me of this unknown person I happen to pass. Its not deja vu because I don't feel that I've seen this particular foreign face before but they remind me of someone else I do know, very well, intimately, even. The odd thing is that I don't know that someone else; I really don't know anyone. I used to justify it by saying the unfamiliar human must remind me of one of the 1323 people I'm introduced to weekly on the television screen, but I don't watch anymore. Perhaps I'm living another life. When would I have the time? Maybe that's why I'm always tired.
