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parties now unknown

After several years of being one of Those Girls, I retreated into reality and all the oh la la and ha cha cha I could stomach. It’s rather fun, you know. Sometimes I don’t get much of any worth done, but I’m working on that. There are some secret plans and obfuscated theories still hanging around, caught in those flashes of 2003 that are probably to blame for the dream I had this morning, a conversation between parties now-unknown :

“so, i guess it’s done?”
“are you kidding? it’s not done. you really think so?”
“well, secretly i’m fundamentally opposed to the concept of ‘done’. i believe in time travel.”

For what seemed like a long while pre California (2003 and the rest), time seemed quite solid even though I realised in theory that I had to be missing something. Nowadays, though, little cracks keep appearing through which I can slip back and forth (at will, it initially seemed, but now I’ve been time travelling a little in my dreams and am not sure how much my will’s involved in those.) I detailed a little of this with my brief air-travel-and-neil-young memoir the other week. My memory fails me sometimes, though, and I reread old stories like the fiction they were pretending to be because I forget where I was when I wrote them. The fast-forward button gets stuck sometimes. I might even be mistaken in thinking any of this is new to me. I could well’ve been jumping from time to time all along. Anyway, it helps that some of us have been documenting small moments for some time now, and I can spread our past lives out before me like faded and somewhat illegible treasure maps. What I’ve lost in memory I gain in perspective. What’s odd and unexpected, though, is the way lost squares of parchment keep arriving on my doorstep without a return address. Please reveal yourself, illuminator.

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