Losing Contact

My computer tells me it has lost contact with my time machine.  

This makes sense.  After all, time is a little bit loki.

Growing old, says my Moses, is like being in 20 different places at once.   

Be present, say the Nowists.   There is only this moment ! 

As though the Present could exist in isolation.  


i.m. Nathan Carson, Nov 2, 1979 - Aug 11, 2018

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