I was sitting there at my computer, trying to write about exactly how I felt. I was totally in the moment, in touch with my feelings, ready to expound on why I felt the way I did. But all of a sudden, a portal opened up and I slipped through it, right as I was sitting there.
All of a sudden I was in a world where everyone had special powers, in particular the power to time travel wherever they wanted, and people were showing up from all places, all times, just to see me. I was like a novelty to them, so they wanted to see what I was all about. Some of them had come from as far as the fifth century BC, or in one case Tasmania, 1725. Sometimes I didn't even understand what they were saying.
Two of them got into a huge fight that had something to do with the potato famine. Maybe they had been on different sides and one of them had been hungry for what, a couple hundred years. I felt like getting that one some french fries but then I remembered that they were addictive and it was like giving somene cocaine. Some favor! I decided to keep my mouth shut.
In the end I learned that being from this time, this place, right in front of my computer and all, isn't really all that special, and that really there are interesting people in every corner of the space-time continuum as we know it. I did find one distant relative of mine but he said he was from the Canary Islands or some such place, and it was an incredibly long story how we were related, but I said I had time or at least I thought I did, and then, instead of waiting to hear exactly how we were related, I just borrowed five bucks from him since I figured, if we were related, that had to be good for something, no matter what space-time we were dealing with. When I got back to my computer it was actually before I had even left, but the five bucks was gone, maybe I spent it and forgot. That happens a lot anyway; I don't especially need a portal to slip into an alternate state, and then spend the rest of the day figuring out where I went and what happened to the little candies I thought I was carrying around.
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