There is something to be said for change. In spite of all our collective grumbling that change is difficult, that it takes a long time, that “we” — because really, who is we? — are afraid of change, once it occurs it seems it is instantaneous and absolute. I am…

I told myself I would write yesterday and I didn’t. I told myself I would eat properly yesterday and I didn’t. I have to imagine those two desires, to eat and to express, are intimately intertwined just as — perhaps — the reason why I accomplished neither. It is too…

It took longer to get back this time. Much longer. Life changing amounts of time longer. And yet, as I check the calendar now, only two months have passed since the final turn of this experiment. What does it mean to feel lifetimes pass by you in an instant? To…

It has been some time, hasn’t it? I’ll admit to you, dear reader, that upon returning to the present this go around I took some time for myself, to breathe, to think. To rest. It is so rare that I allow myself to bask in the simple pleasures of the…

It is rare for me to set deadline’s for myself, dear friend. You may understand — the nature of my profession or rather, perhaps, my condition — is that something as arbitrary as a deadline can seem, ironically, a waste of time to consider. …

Our sense of the future is so perfectly strange, is it not? I think now on the timeline I had once believed my life should inevitably follow, an itinerary my child self had haphazardly constructed from the milestones of those around me. My mother is my most influential figure in…

It is time now, dear reader, for me to disabuse you of any archaic notions you may have of time travel. For years, centuries — millennia — we have all been placed inside of boxes with colorfully painted interiors, no windows, no doors, and told that the box itself was…

I was away for the last couple days in your time. I apologize for that. Other timelines tend to pull at my synapses and suddenly I am by a roaring river said to have run dry centuries ago, legs folded in the red clay-colored dust, smiling into the gentle mist…

I have the curtains drawn, blocking out as much of the day’s light as possible. It seems that today is to be a day that wreaks havoc on my mind and sense of purpose. It is too warm to move, except to get water or the odd snack, and every…