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The picture is on my phone.
It is the picture of a bunch of sweaty dudes. They are in a dorm room, in 2002.
In twelve seconds time, I drop the phone to the floor at my feet, a clumsy old fool.
It’s already lying there, twelve seconds into the future.
Ten seconds now.
The phone is in my hand.
I found the picture in my photo archive, twenty-seven minutes ago.
It’s still there, twenty-seven minutes into the past, in a folder, unopened for the last two decades.
I’m still there, looking at it.
The picture is on my phone. Twelve boys have set up two televisions and Xboxes in a 10x12 room. Halo: Combat Evolved is paused.
Seven seconds now.
It’s December, 2024. I’m on the toilet.
It’s July, 2002. I’m in New Jersey, in my dorm room.
Four seconds, three.
I’m tired of sitting on the toilet now.
I stand up.
The phone falls to the floor at my feet.
I am going to take pictures of the stars. They are so far away. And their light takes so long to reach us… All we ever see of stars are their old photohraphs.
Whenever I see old LAN Party photos like that, all I can think about is how awful those rooms must have smelt like, and the electricity bill.
Electricity was relatively cheap back then, and nose blindness is a thing. 😅