I love to read. I love it more than painting, drawing, and writing, and boy do I love to paint, draw, and write.
I read everything I can get my hands on. You name it. I’ll read it. What I like to read more than anything else is books about time travel.
I think that’s because I’m a history freak. I do so love me some history. I love it more than painting, drawing, and writing, and boy do I love to paint, draw, and write. I’m actually writing a couple of novels, and writing and illustrating a couple of graphic novels.
Of those four projects, none are set in the present. All take place in the past. I do so love me some past. I’ve often wished I had a time machine so I could see history unfold before my very eyes.
A time machine.
Ha! That’s just silly, right?
I did it.
I created a time machine.
I know, you don’t believe me, but I can prove it. I can prove it because I fucked it all up.
Somehow, while traveling trough time, I screwed up the timeline. How so?
Russia is treating homosexuals like the Nazis did. New York is asking Black and Brown people to show their papers. And North Carolina has reinstated Jim Crow voting criteria.
And that’s not the worse of it.
I’m sorry, I really am.
I thought time travel would open up a whole new world.
Instead, it looks like the old world is back.
I don’t know if I can fix it, but I’m going to try my best. I do know this — I can’t do it by myself.