To visit the past

I’m heading up into The Northern Zone again for two weeks. Time to fuck up reality, time and self again. Who I am will be reflected in old distorted mirrors. But I will persevere and ascend from the past. I’ll claim my room and declare my direction. As magician I set the stage and as a writer I spell the shape of things to come.

This year I’ve fashioned an invisible time-suit that allows me to interact with the indigenous past-timers without danger to my current chronology.