I just stubbed my little toe on a old fashioned metal step-stool as I walked out of the kitchen with my cup of Earl Grey tea.
I wasn’t concentrating on where I was in relation to my environment. A not unfamiliar experience when I’m in the middle of a writing binge. This wouldn’t be much of a problem if it weren’t for the fact that we live in a small apartment. An older apartment constructed in an era when very few worked from home, and one bedroom units were for a rather transitory population. We’ve been here … (huh! This must be our fourth summer now. Which is a record for us – We’re restless spirits my wife and I) … and we’ve collected an impressive amount of stuff, all of which we use at points throughout the cycle of seasons. We negotiate around an obscenely small kitchen in a wonderful ballet or wild tango of movement, depending on our moods and what we’re trying to do in there.
So, back to stubbed toe. I think I was lucky, no nasty bruising or grinding of shattered bones, but sheesh, does it hurt!!!
My writerly train of thought has been seriously derailed and I have only a loose sense of where I was going with it.
I wonder if, in an alternate reality where I didn’t stub my toe, that train kept right on going and ended up somewhere astonishing. Which leads me to a concept I thought of a while ago about how an intrepid explorer can get from one of those alternate realities to another. Suppose, in one of those, (let’s call ‘em AR’s for simplicities sake) AR’s, someone invented a machine or a magic existed which could reach between the worlds to this one and snatch a person from just a gazillionth of a second ago, while the essence of themselves still exists in the present gazillionth moment. That way there would be no dissonance of the person suddenly disappearing from this reality, tricky to explain, and the person would materialise in the AR fully functional.
Ahh … but what if they already existed in the AR? Just swapping them between AR’s has already been done, so that’s out. Hm-mm …
What if the person landed in the AR in a new body? … nah, that’s been done too …
My tea’s gone cold and I think ice is needed for my toe. This idea’s going to have to percolate on it’s own for a while.
“The aim of the wise is not to secure pleasure, but to avoid pain” – Aristotle