the event horizon

I’m approaching the event horizon of my project, the point at which no news from the present will reach me until I get out, on January 13th at 1:20 pm my time. Somehow, without moving left right up down forward or backwards, I have found myself alone among the people of the future. My mind is quickening a little bit in here- I’ve turned to crackpot theories of time and space and endothermic engines to keep me company. My attention to sound and detail is becoming sharper too- I can hear plastic bags slowly unfurling across the room, I know the sound of all the computer fans and I can tell when one isn’t on, I get a little joy whenever the refrigerator or heat kick on. I can hear the coffee maker when I’ve left the burner on. I watched some apple turnovers for almost the entire time they baked. Suddenly the slow rise of the dough, the sizzling of the butter, and the gradual development of golden brown across the tops was enough detail to hold my attention. Sorry if it doesn’t hold yours in a blog entry, I suppose this is quite navel gazing.