I think time is fucking bullshit by the way. I think there's no such thing. I think we're all in a different PLACE in what we think is just a moment, or a minute. Like one of those flip books that make a little show. It's all the same book, just a different page.

And you can look at it backwards and forwards and sometimes the plot skips and flashes to different points, but what do the characters know about that? Nothing. Cause we can't read the book. We ARE the book. But that doesn't change that the book IS. it just makes us unaware.

Characters.

I think we know it too, you know, as a species. I think we say it like one of those slips. "I was in a different place then." "different time, different place." (not in that they're two different things, but that they're EQUAL. Synonyms.) time is made up. By us. It doesn't exist except in our heads.
So... All that back then? It wasn't 300 years ago. It was now. Just somewhere else. That's all you have. Now. Then you're onto the next place. And only the readers can go back. Does that make us the writers? Is that what God made us? Beautiful gift. Fuck anyone who tries to take that.
@TeachOnABeach You’re so fucking cooked rn
@Asura @TeachOnABeach I was gonna say lol you clearly broke your sobriety huh?