Steeling myself for the leap

Strangely, as I look at it, I will have made as many posts as days are supposed to have past on the outside. Maybe my literary mind cannot be deceived by the altered flow of time. i am reduced to the act of waiting, now, the comfortable modern person's default and most unfortunate state. I cleaned up in here, I'm worried that it smells weird. I can feel the tension in the bow of time stretched to furthest point, just before release. I'm steeling my mind for the leap into the future, while it should be physically painless, I have not idea what awaits me. I guess I get this feeling anytime I travel long distance- but I always land in an inhabitable place, where my previous worries seem silly. I've added some pictures from the chamber in operation, pictures from the past, if you will. Thanks for keeping me company from the future, I can feel that you are there. I can feel that I am not alone.

Jamie O'Shea

written from within the time machine at 11:28 am, January 13th 2008