More Billy Pilgrim

I know I’m not properly unstuck like Vonnegut actually was but the older I get, the more I don’t exist in linear time.

Time becomes more like a shuffled deck of cards with no intrinsic direction or flow (as Julian Barbour is going to say in his forthcoming book.

I’m a faulty slideshow; things get stuck, out of order, sometimes layer in duplicate and produce the most appalling deja vu. Nosebleeds that wake me at 4am.

I regretted posting this next week. Oh well.