I’m a time traveler. Yeah, I have seen this and that, then and now, somewhere in between and sometime forward. Backward is always the best. The human predilection for the longing.

 

Don’t believe me? Let me see your watch. Not the time keeper on those smart phones. I need one with hands and numbers, the kind that keeps time by tick, ticking away. Around and around in circles. Clockwise they call it. The kind that you can take the hands and move them backward, or forward. Intentionally or not. 

 

The fable of the linear. The silly myth of the control.