In 2012, I saw myself from the future. I don’t know what to say about this. It happened during a stretch of years I hardly remember, or, more accurately, remember not along a timeline, but as a series of moments unbound from time, pooling in places: the bar, the apartment, the office, the bus.
VII. THE CHARIOT
VII. THE CHARIOT
VII. THE CHARIOT
In 2012, I saw myself from the future. I don’t know what to say about this. It happened during a stretch of years I hardly remember, or, more accurately, remember not along a timeline, but as a series of moments unbound from time, pooling in places: the bar, the apartment, the office, the bus.