Humans
aren’t currently built for time travel because we’re too hung up on controlling
time, expecting schedules to be met and people to be precise as machines.
Imagine that shit, expecting me to show up somewhere at an exact hour that I
sort of agreed to because we were talking and you seemed to expect it. In the
grand scheme of space-time continuum, expecting me to be where you wanted at
exactly 6 pm is like scheduling a meeting to the millisecond – it’s pointless,
and fruitless, and irrelevant, and frankly a waste of time. We weren’t meant to
be productive, or hold schedules that tightly. It’s hilarious to imagine some
uptight scientist military dudes trying to nail down time travel talking all
that, “at 1400” shit. Y’all already lost it. We were way closer to time travel
as humans when we didn’t have all this distracting egotistic technology, and
just built pyramids out of rocks. Ain’t nobody building no fucking pyramids any
more. I mean, the biggest one of the past half century got turned into a Bass
Pro Shop in Memphis, which is like doubly fucked up. If there is a Creator, and
there is time travel, you know they put a big ass x-mark next to humans when
that shit happened.
Anyways,
I like waiting for trains, to take pictures, or watch, or really just to sit
there and not do shit. Sometimes it’s a disappointment once the train actually
comes because then I lose my excuse to do nothing and chill.
RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition. He does have an amazing PATREON, but also *normal* ARTIST WEBSITE too.
Thursday, June 24
SONG OF THE DAY: Waiting For a Train
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