Every human is so many other humans – and you feel that in the Midwest, wandering through those squares, among those people, who, on paper, could have been you. Opening the door of your house you feel as though it is yours by some inconceivable coincidence: this, and not the others. You feel doubled, cloned. You feel déjà vu in your own subjectivity.

— Midwest Futures by Phil Christman (Page 137)