reflection

  • A Few Missing Frames

    A Timetraveler’s Side Quest. The Fool, “as she likes to call herself, when she is venturing into something new”, has returned. Not quite to where she left from, of course. Time has been busy while she was away. More than two and a half years, can apparently be both an age and barely a moment,…

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  • Reblogged as Gentleman Jack: what I wrote then still feels true, though time has polished the edges. A touch more aware now, but not less honest.

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  • #Notes From A Time Traveller To speak of disenchantment is to speak of dissolution in expectation. The Time Traveller has walked through many ages and discovered that The Fool did not discover that every guide was wise, but that wisdom and titles are not the same thing. Through every century, she sees the scenery change,…

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  • A Timetraveler’s Side Quest. The Curious Incident of the Heart That Isn’t Finished Yet. And this quest is not about romance, as it may not be standing at the station waiting for me, but the questions I find so hard to ask might be travelling on a nearby platform. So the fool who returns at…

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  • The Case of Gentleman Jack 3 Last night, the Time Traveller visited the Seer, someting all time travellers have to do! The peculiar, not old, just a woman living where the cliffs meet the sea, in a crooked cottage full of peat smoke, old maps, and the atmosphere that makes people accidentally tell the truth.…

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  • The Time Traveller. Expected memories but found interpretations, a reflection on how meaning shifts between kindness, fear, and the ghosts we see in good people.

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  • Notes from a Time Traveller. I stepped into this timeline today. Where the streets are restless, the headlines sharp, and people moved with that particular tension that comes when a country is tired of waiting for things to get better. And yet the air felt charged, as if everyone had been carrying a quiet, private…

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  • Notes From a Time Traveller! Belgium, from the early 1980s to the late 1990s.The classroom moved too fast for the girl near the window. When numbers flooded the blackboard, she could not hold onto them. Instructions arrived layered upon instructions: divide, copy, listen, hurry. A race she already knew she could not win. Fluorescent lights…

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  • The Case of Gentleman Jack When the archaeologist holds the remains of past ages, what stories pass through their fingers?The time traveller must borrow archaisms if she is to be heard at all, to prevent time from editing meaning into misread stories, so that others might hear what she heard. She took to a gambol…

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  • Standing Outside of Life

    Having an autistic burnout, and then relapsing into another while still in it, feels like standing outside of life. Everything is moving.You can see it, feel it, smell it.But you are not in it. You are not part of it. Time keeps passing, but every step forward feels like falling deeper into an abyss. It…

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