... In the haze of a hangover, curled, I had the strangest sensation. I couldn't shake the odd perception that I was no longer in the present but somewhere else, far off in the future, looking back at this present. Somehow I had become unstuck and was living in a memory that I was yet to form long ago. I felt that this particular morning had already happened, was always going to happen and now always will, whatever may come of it...
What do you call that?
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