Dear future historian,
I am, as I’m writing this, number 18th in the medical
centre's phone queue. I'm waiting 45 min already. I was number 30 in the queue
when this call started.
Let me introduce you to the story:
Dear future historian,
I am, as I’m writing this, number 18th in the medical
centre's phone queue. I'm waiting 45 min already. I was number 30 in the queue
when this call started.
Let me introduce you to the story:
Dear future historian,
I know I have been missing for months, but we both know that
(time gaps in the past) for you is not even a thing; at least not a thing that
has time separating my last post from this one. For you it's just a turn of the
page, or a keep-scrolling kind of thing.
The distance to walk between the Parthenon marvels and the
Benin bronzes in the British Museum. (Are these still there? A topic for
another day, maybe).
Back to us. Is there a 'we', my dear future historian?
Am I just imagining a relationship, a dialogue, between us, all these years? Or am I facilitating (creating actually) a Parasocial relationship, * in which our time distance makes the possibility of our relationship ever becoming a two-way one impossible? And, if that is the case, is that OK, or not?
What?
Nothing makes sense.
50%/50% chances on any scenario
Maybe I've been fooled
Maybe Truth was there
Perhaps even Love had a drink in the back.
So what?
It doesn't matter anyway.
Nothing does.
I guess I confused you for You.
Well, I'll get up again, or something
Cause, whatever
I'll get up again and keep going
And, never stop
Cause I'll let nothing stop me
Not even you, or anyone, or anything
Keep-walking is what matters
I’ll keep walking
Hope to meet You there
Dear future historian,
I missed you.
Lots of stuff since our last 'talk.'
Finished uni exams (still waiting for results,) went to
Greece for 5 days, to visit family and friends, and today I fought the dragon
of Chaos in my front yard.
It was full of thorns (berry bushes) up to my height and I had to go fully in to cut them. How do they grow so fast?
Dear Future Historian,
I met a miracle engineer.
He popped up at the park, I was sitting with my friends in. We had a portable speaker playing Jazz. It was my first day out after a long time and after I asked from the universe that day for it to be therapeutic. I felt kinda drained lately.
Finally. Smaller and later than planned. But, at least, it is ready. New Dear Future Historian!
Get your copy here:
Dear Future Historian: Winter 2022