Yes. I have glimpsed an alternate reality, call it a tandem timeline, in which either I'm a little younger in the line, or the time has aged more quickly around me, but in which I — or let's say, for argument's sake, Katharina Anna Helming and Marc Seestaedt, via Scott McCloud — have entered the same near-deserted media intersection with almost the same series of images, from across space and time and even language.
This is what it is to fathom. And if only one real fathoming in a hundred is extra-local, or one in a thousand, extra-national, then I don't have to tell you how rare and precious is the extratemporal, or why I balk at discarding such events in a pointless paroxysm of creative panic. When two worldlines collide so distinctly and in the particular, it's like a single particle of rare energy ripples through the fabric of all possible future identities.
Almost everyone steers away from an identity crisis, right? That's a dangerous place to be, especially for those who have not yet mastered the mentally prestidigitative arts of just. Pushing. 'Reset'. And. Starting. Again. (That's a sequence I pieced together from the Experiment's multi-planar network of blog operatives, for which a 'Rosetta' twine has conveniently been left, of the sort that one leaves for oneself in the knowledge that one is prone to losing one's mind.)
Speaking of which? Oh right, Lifestrips. A very thoughtful, observational webcomic with an effective use of composition and photo software to complement the mood, from a duo who appear to have beaten me to the self-conscious-shaving-self-portrait punch by a few months, and who update more frequently and have way more sex than I do. You should follow their stuff! And I'm pleased to discover that my personal incursion into this timeline has, at the very least, succeeded in meeting 'The Moment'.
NEXT: I will try, 'That's her'.
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