If “time” is linear, home come it moves fast for some people, yet slow for others? How come on the same day that I can literally feel the molasses of time sticking to my fingers, someone else merely feels a breeze through their hair and it’s… gone?

They say “time travel” is unrealistic, implausable, unexplainable– yet there are black holes, the 7 wonders of the world, the placebo effect and canned breads. So who are we to say that time must be linear? Riddle me this:

How are some people “stuck in last week” when I’m already waiting for tomorrow?

What if all of those realistic memories, all of the déjà vu that happens every single day, is simply us reliving that memory again? What if it feels like the past because it is the past, for some part of you?