Stomping grounds

I'm in Nashville today for the briefest of visits. Right now I'm sitting in Fido, one of my old hang-outs. Charleston has a strange lack of good coffee shops, so I'm enjoying a few moments here, in a space that still feels so familiar--and yet, in the edges of my consciousness I do feel like a visitor here. It's a weird doppelganger effect (like the scene in Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell where Childermass sees Lady Pole both in the sanitarium and in Faerie simultaneously).