I was walking down a familiar street when I got lost in thoughts, waking from my daydream to find myself in a street less familiar than the last one. The trees that were green with life were now leafless and with little breath. The modern benches that previously adorned the pavement were now with curled armrests, colonial-style. The buildings, Victorian, as far as the eye could see. I blinked, only to find myself down a familiar street. And for a second, it felt like I have experienced a time warp.