Hello friends! This week I have a sonnet for you. Weird right? Hope you like it.
First a quick housekeeping note: there will be no Root Synthesis post next week because it is Thanksgiving here in the U.S. and I will be eating a great deal of turkey, mashed potatoes, and pie. Rather than try to come up with a story using a gravy-logged brain, I’m taking the week off. It’s in everyone’s best interest.
Have a lovely holiday!
We now return to a sonnet about time travel, already in progress.
Time travel is my least favorite fiction. I hate erasing what characters learn. Why bother making any prediction When all development’s fate is to burn? Yet sometimes I find myself wondering About time travel, its implications. The ripple effect would be thundering And could render asunder causation. If I already returned to the past And erased old mistakes from existence, Did I alter my path, do I contrast With the me who viewed fate with resistance? I have no answer save a tropey trick, When going back in time, bring a stock pick.