I once had this thought about time travel (this is when I spent a lot of time thinking about time traveling). I thought, if I went back in time and I killed my present-day self and took over my life (ie - reliving it)...that would be trippy. But! When I got to the age where I went back in time to kill myself, I'd be going back and killing the original me-from-the-futre, right? Thus, either nothing would change in between the years I was killed and I traveled back in time, or I could live a new life everytime.
Now, there are a lot of so-called experts in the field of time travel these days. And I'm sure that they could give me a list of reasons why this wouldn't work. But fuck thinkin' about time travel. I gave up on it. These days, I do an awful lot of thinking about living under the sea. As a merman. Sexy, right?
Oh, hold on, blog, someone is at the door. Hey, it looks like me! But...older?
Friday, March 13, 2009
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