I swear I was supposed to be born in the late forties to enjoy the 60s music, fashion, uprisings and a more simple life… I was born too late, you see. Mailed to the wrong address, if you like.
Perhaps wanting to live in the past is a popular notion because it’s a solid lifestyle – it means that you’ll know exactly what will happen because you’ll be writing the already-written history books… Tracing an already drawn picture… Colouring a colour-by-numbers… If you get my drift. Perhaps that is what we all want to an extent, predictability.
Mum is reading a time-travelling book by Stephen King. I haven’t read it. But it explores the notion of traveling back in time to change a major point in history, such as an assination. However, the twist being that history does not want to be changed, and everything is preventing the protagonist in succeeding in saving somebody such as catching a sudden illness or getting caught in traffic jams. This goes against every other time-traveling story I’ve heard of such as on Dr. Who (David Tennant all the way) and the Back to the Future trilogy where changing the future is very easy to do and can have dire consequences.
I’ll be sure to make very good friends with a physicist in the near future – after all, according to the wonders of physics, time travel is possible! Perhaps NASA has already mastered the art of time travel and is using it to their advantage but keeping it a secret along with the proof of alien existence… Yeah. That’s what they’ve done.
Otherwise, if you see a blue phone box spin over your house in a couple of years time, it may well be me.
If all goes to plan, goodbye 2012! See you when I’m in my sixties. *fist pump!*