We have been doing a lot of time travel recently. It is as if the future wanted to grab us by the shirt and then the past got hold of our behinds and so the experience of the last few weeks has felt like a record under the fingertips of a very eager DJ. And the scratching only goes so far of course, the past that manages to pull us back is more of that dumb pre bubble arrogance and the future, well the future contains some really busy moments filled with very strange conversations about some very unimportant things. Among other things. But the future is never as clear as the past, of course. And the past is hurting. And I am not sure I like it.
This site here will have the pause button pressed for a little while btw. Starting Saturday (which is “The day after Tomorrow”), there will be a pause. I will not post, I will not check my mail, I will not go out on my hunts for comment spam, I will not even check the news, I hope.
Not sure where exactly I am going on Saturday. It is as if a tiny loophole opened up in this strange stretched out perception of the present and I will be able to sidestep and take a look at the sky. The real sky, not the ceiling, which is not the real ceiling anyway, just a suspended simulation…
I hope to come back with a slightly clearer mind… and I do not know what the consequences will be… Hopefully all good.
I have done a lot of time travel recently… and thought travel… and imagination travel… but on about 4.5 hours of sleep each night… wait a second… no wonder I can not really focus…