What does one call an old-time travel story.
This from a few years back. Once upon a time.
A year ago, my Dark Matter pocket watch. My sentient time
machine shut herself off. She's slept in my fridge since. The other afternoon she chimed and woke up.
I portaled to what would one day be Virginia.
I came to watch the sun set.
Still. Quiet. I could hear the faintest breeze whistle in my ears. The buzz of every insect the step of every living thing near me. I sat in a pre-industrial evening. The sky empty of men was already filling with bright stars. I scented the aroma of ocean half a hundred miles away. If not for bears, I would have slept the night.
West 28th Street Manhattan...current time.
Smears of neon. Noise. Chaos.
I went to a Chinese take-out had dumplings, and tea.
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