Epilogue

I’ve been back in the world for a while now. My leap forward was not instantaneous as planned; a plane of glass has separated me from the world and is still dissolving. For about a week, I never felt tiredness; I slept because I thought I should, usually sometime after dawn. The feeling now is like this: my head is poking through time into the present, but my body stretches across my whole life. My time machine is underneath me somewhere- I can almost wave to a past version of myself. I am permanently a time traveler- time now seems like a set of coordinates, a map. Looking at a clock is locating my position, and my velocity seems steerable. Still, since I have returned to your present, I have been plagued by the feeling that something truly momentous is due to happen, and it is not in sight. Does everybody in the future feel like this? How do we feel elation and not dread from deja-vu? We are all time travelers, and nobody is moving at exactly the same speed. I’ll keep searching for the moment where everyone is present, and until then, I settle for messages. End transmission.