Duplicate Living
Facebook pulled a quick one today. The content I’m seeing is exactly what I saw yesterday. I’m not freaking out. But it’s weird. Something is not working. I sent a quick support email to [email protected] but it bounced back. Maybe it’s the Chinese hackers. I pulled up my email and began looking through the days feeds but something here looks odd too. Maybe I over-micro-dosed. The two stories I wrote yesterday are not on my computer.
When you plug back into your network in the morning you expect to get an update on the outside world. I mean, that’s what most of us are doing right, getting a “sitrep” from the world filtered through TikTok or Facebook. It’s normal. Information is shot all over the globe now. Instantly. Even these words that I’m typing, on a laptop on a Saturday morning is putting the impulses and letters into the browser, into WordPress, into a server in the cloud somewhere. Instantly, I’m updated across the globe. If you’re reading and refreshing, you are actually coming close to catching up with me in time. That’s the thing. We’re all trying to sync with another person in time. We figured it out a few years ago. We used to call it LOVE, now it’s just SYNC. All the signs, enthusiasms, layered duplexing conversations without interruption. All, everything, the one and the zero.
I just learned what happened to me. It appears that I have woken up in one of my other timelines. In this one, today, I mean, yesterday has already happened, but I’m going to have those experiences again. That explains Facebook and my missing stories. I’m going to write them now, today, in this timeline.
I have no idea what I’m saying. Somehow, though, I think you might understand it. Even if you’re in a different timeline, you could maybe get a message back to me. Right? If you wanted to. This internet and global connectivity, it’s easy right? Reaching out to someone in need? Offering help? That’s where most of us humans are, right?
If you’re reading this as I type. If you’re watching. You can give me a signal on Facebook or Twitter if we’re connected. Good luck. Good grief. And good night.
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