Words & Music by Mike Power

I am a time-traveler. So are you. I’m glad our paths cross here.

I come from the year 1962, launched into the future inside an improbable module that has grown, expanded, and now has begun to contract. Some day in the not to distant future, even if I survive all the obstacles the universe hurls with amoral abandon, my vehicle will use up the last of its fuel and will become incapable of processing the oxygen and hydrogen molecules that keep me alive. I’m OK with that.