Stuck in a time and a place that isn’t here.
I saw somewhere once that that was the definition of gravity. Time. Space.
I guess that’s all I would need to go back in that case; defy gravity.
I should have been an astronaut.
It’s the closest real world condition to being a wizard, to travelling through time, quite literally.
We can’t see the quantum that dominates our lives. How our rules don’t hold up when we break them apart into infinitely small pieces. But we feel it, in our souls, all of the time. When our reality doesn’t seem to match our emotions. Lonely in a crowded room, or overcrowded in a lonely room. Weighed down by objects and people who aren’t there.
You start to wonder what’s even real and life weighs so much more than gravity.