The Lost Time Accidents: A Novel

Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.

The fact that so many thoughts could have gone through my head in 3.36 seconds is testament to the infinitude of an individual consciousness. There is no end to it, no way to measure it. Consciousness is like the cosmos multiplied by the number of people alive in the world (assuming that consciousness dies when we do, and it may not) because each o

what they didn’t know was that I had already moved too fast, too far, and wished to travel no further. I’ve been thinking a great deal about time and motion lately, about being a still point in the ceaseless rush.

“You’ve traveled through time,” I said, and my awe at my sister was boundless in that moment. “Where did you go?” “I can’t talk about it.” Her expression was grim. “Can you at least tell me why you don’t want to do it anymore? I’d think it’d be…” “You’d think it’d be interesting,” she said. “It is. At first it’s fascinating. It’s a portal to a diff