Pyat and the East Hamilton Time Machine

While shopping for eggs this morning, I had a rather intense and current memory of watching an episode of Aeon Flux in the attic bedroom of my parent's old house, around 1993 or so. I did not feel as though I were there, and it did not have the characteristic of a hallucination. Just a strong impression of mood that was tied specifically to the experience of staying up late(ish) to watch Aeon Flux

What makes this notable (for me, anyway) is that a similar episode took place in the same grocery store six years ago. I don't usually go to that store, but it's located in my old neighborhood. I expect some unconcious churning of childhood memory is sparked when I'm back in that area, leading to weird little flashes like this.

Either that, or I've discovered a weak spot in the space-time continuum. It makes sense. After all, when I was a kid, that grocery store was a bingo hall. Bingo halls are noted for their ability to bend time, so that 5 hours pass in 5 minutes (and vice versa if you are outside), and turn a cross-section humanity into a smokey room full of people of indeterminate age.