eLeCTRIC PENCILS

This never ends well. Even when I’m sober. It’s a topic I’ve visited on more than one occasion, the nostalgic anxiety, the feeling that you can never get it back, time or youth or what have you. I can still find myself present in certain moments. Is that deja vu? Is it mental time travel? Either way, I haven’t quite figured out how to slip back in time and change things, something small and subtle, but enough to unravel the tapestry and see if it might have ended up better.

If someone doesn’t invent a goddamn time machine soon, I’m gonna start World War III.