Ever had that sense, in your hometown or abroad, that you are drifting through a strangely familiar landscape, picking up that implacable, indefinable feel that you left somewhere else?
Or perhaps it’s less of a déjà vu and more a recognition of the uniformity of the earth and human behaviour, once you take away the embellishments.
“And everywhere I go,
there’s always something to remind me
Of another place in time
Where love that travelled far had found me”