quantum praxis

10/17/2011

sometimes i think of the way that i experience time as not unlike a bug on a piece of yarn, vis a vis the demonstration of time, space, and tesseration in Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time.

i travel back and forth. i know the possibilities and probabilities while living in the universe where these things have happened, these the choices i have made.

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last night, mid-pee (what!) i travelled back to November 1999. instead of tear gas on television, it was in my face. instead of being struck in the face by my dad, being struck in the face by the cops.

and K. was with me. would she have kept me warm? i doubt it, she was as faithless as i. it’s strange to see pictures of her, her daughters, her husband, on Facebook now.

lord. the time goes so fast.

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