An Elephant of One's Own

When you get to my age, you tend to notice the bugs and glitches in your brain circuitry more than you used to. The factory-default smoothness and disciplined algorithms of the youthful mind are a wondrous thing. In my case they enabled me to sail through school and university, effortlessly passing exam after exam while devoting my main attentions entirely elsewhere. (Where? See last post, and stop asking daft questions.) Which in turn means that, on the rare occasions that one's neural circuitry misfires, the phenomenon tends to arouse an almost superstitious awe and concern. Take deja-vu for example. As a young man, it might have assailed me maybe once in three years. It was something a little weird and unsettling, and seemed to require an explanation, and metaphysics might have seemed, at times, as good a place to look for that as any. Well, I managed to experience mild deja-vu at least three times just yesterday, more or less at one sitting. See - that means I'...