Subluminal

I've been there and back. But all I want to know is, why?

It all started April 1, 2008. I was sitting on my favourite sofa, sipping my favourite tea, listening to my favourite song, and reading my favourite book. Everything was fine, I was happy, and it seemed like the average Tuesday afternoon. Then my record skipped, I jumped a little, my book fell onto the sofa, I let go of the mug in an effort to pick it up, and I ended up drenching both. Not pretty, especially when we're talking about a mint copy of Slint's "Spiderland," a first edition of Ayn Rand's "Atlas Shrugged," and a damn nice sofa.

So I rushed into Damage Control Mode, made for the kitchen to get as much paper towel as possible, and...darkness.

I don't know what exactly happened to me, but I felt like I was falling. Everything was dark, yet everything was nothing. But eventually the darkness lifted, the "nothing" became "something," and I could feel myself coming into being again. I felt dizzy, and my head felt like it had been hit by a load of bricks. I half wondered if I was recovering from one of my annual early Spring drinking binges, but when I found myself in the middle of Times Square on New Year's Eve 2009 and not on my living room floor, that thought went right out the window.

And that was just the beginning. I've been on many such "trips" since, but I always end up back in "my time." At first I was having a little bit of fun, but then things started getting odd. For example, seeing New York laid to waste definitely wasn't pretty. Nor was seeing the moon crashing down toward the earth, like a scene from a video game someone has to be familiar with. Nothing about the future is particularly pleasant, no. But neither is not being able to get past April 1, 2008 without the aid of quantum-whatever.


There's something important about that date, and I want to know what it is. However, I think you, whoever you are, might be able to help. I'll try to figure out what I can in the meantime, since this back-and-forth time-hopping stuff doesn't seem to be ending any time soon. I'll keep you posted, as long as you cross your fingers and hope that I don't end up nearly freezing to death on the sunless earth like I nearly did last time (true story!).

Help me. Dream with me. Wait for me.

Everything comes together with time (or so I've heard).

--Labrys