Tunnel vision and dreams of open skies, the plural of this world's reality is lost in our limited imagination. The spark must originate from something concrete. Quantum physics explains the space time continuum but where does that leave us when the time machine falls short of expectation. We might be able to travel back but we won't remember why we wanted to go once we relive the past in an parallel universe.
Nonsense- all that I've become of late. Sweating over a minor detail that nobody is observant enough to catch. This fever is making my head spin and stomach churn. Make it go away and maybe I won't need to go back to the start. This is my agoraphobia of infinite possibility. It gets me every time.
Like a goldfish, I forget and repeat.
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