an exercise in collaborative literary freedom
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I claim the goodness of wind beneath the solidarity of the earth. I hold fast to the promise of the night by the beckoning echo of the rising sun. I see beyond the years and past the unknown days into the soon-to-be forgotten memories that have yet to be lived.
I can travel through time.
It’s not what you’d think though. There is no big machine spinning or glittery globe spinning. It is just me and my memories and the bottled power of my own intention and intuition.
But trust me, I can travel through time. I can actually work my way back, step by step and minute by minute, through time. And it is very cool.
However, there is a catch. There is always a catch. Actually two catches; a cosmic double play.
First, I cannot travel forwards into the future. This is a definite drawback, but one which I have come to terms with. And secondly, I have to actually live out the time I am traveling back in equal proportion to the distance I am traveling. This causes more frustration than the inability to move forward into the future. What this means is that for every 5 minutes of time I travel back through, it takes 5 minutes for me to get there. So much for the dinosaurs.
[as a footnote, I think there must be a reason for this. Whoever controls the space/time continuum, and whoever gave me this gift (likely the same being), knew that time travel can cause incredible rifts in both logic and metaphysics (i.e. How is it possible for me to travel to an earlier time of life to visit with myself and what happens to the future that I have left? Do those people simply cease to exist or do they continue their own reality in my absence? And if they continue with their own reality, what happens if I alter the past in some intense way? Would they then all innately be given the knowledge of what I had done or would my actions cause a rift and through this rift birth a new, parallel universe? And how many subsequent parallel universes could I create? Etc, etc, etc.) So the rules of time travel persist. You cannot travel into the future, because the future has not yet happened, and in order to travel into the past, every single piece of every single part of the entire universe must join the time traveler in this journey backwards. How do I know all of this? Implicitly, I don’t. It’s just my theory, but it is also my experience.]
The first time I did it, travel backwards that is, it happened by total and complete accident. Or for those, like myself, who don’t really believe in accidents, it came about by a complex convergence of infinite choices upon a single frame of my existence at the exact moment it was supposed to. I was 10.