A year ago, my Dark Matter pocket watch. My sentient time machine shut herself off. She's slept in my fridge since.
The other afternoon she chimed, and woke up.
I came to watch the sun set.
Still. Quiet. I could hear the faintest breeze whistle in my ears. The buzz of every insect the step of every living thing near me.
I sat, and beheld a pre-industrial evening.
The sky empty of men was already filling with bright stars.
I scented the aroma of the ocean half a hundred miles away.
If not for bears I would have slept the night.
West 28th Street Manhattan,...current time.
Smears of neon. Noise. Chaos.
I went to a Chinese take-out had dumplings, and tea.
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