“There’s an opposite to deja vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same person or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.”
She drove by all the places and thought about the last time she felt happy. She started to wonder if her whole life was a lie. Memory played games. She left behind her dreams; she didn’t need them anymore.
Do you want to fall not ever knowing who took you?
A feeling of unease.