In order to finish some essays, I have been digging through my archives painstakingly. Here’s a trivial find.
I thought about naming this series, P. Blue Dot.
This year in all deserves something formally written, of course. I am time’s friend, having just given it a box of arrows as the new year present (maybe when time gets bored, it might shoot the arrows elsewhere, such that we won’t need black holes).
If you see a hovering DeLorean parked besides a TARDIS USB hub on my desk and a backup hard drive (no, you won’t be let in my lab), you’ll know how much in a sense I once got fascinated by that idea. Time travel. … I had a peculiarly peculiar feeling, about fading away, and … More Time’s Friend 03: Travels in Time
There would inevitably be one day in which I start anew in what is called ‘proper writing’.
An Old Talk with the Future