We spent the ending hours of Easter Sunday in a coffee shop across the street from Leicester Square. Sat at bar chairs close to the window silently eating our soups and drinking our coffees. Looked at people passing by, at the rubbish bags on the pavement, at the shops across the street and at the street lights slowly coming into their own. And it dawned on us – there are places that give similar vibrations and sensations like the ones given by the crowded street we were looking at tonight could have come from crowded streets anywhere else. / Unrelated. “How do you explain a deja-vu?”, I asked. “Like a system error”, they answered.