I have had it a few times, the most strongly was felt when I was about 12 at an insignificant moment at the junction of two streets in my home town after dark had fallen. I suddenly felt I knew this moment and recognised it as I had been here before. I have never felt it so strongly since. I don’t know why that ordinary moment branded itself so deeply into my consciousness there was absolutely no reason for it at all. It strikes me now though that if history does repeat itself and I am ever back in that moment it will be familiar to me. The people I was with, the voices, the dark and the wind upon my face.