after some sloppy consideration of Time and its spinnerets, I naturally thought of a girl. I hadn't really thought of her for a while, which was strange, for at one stage, oh, perhaps 8+ years ago, I would've said it's been a while since I really hadn't thought of her. and to what can a Timefly turn when it's abuzz over someone it once cared for? obviously Google. so I googled her, and, because of a remembered conversation we'd once held about there not being many with her last name, fancied my chances. it kind of gave me the heebyjeebies to actually find her: a career woman running an independent business in Quebec City; a freelance writer; self-promoting instead of self-effacing; 'my age' rather than 'a year younger'; a familiar stranger rather than the strange familiar; over there... man, Time's also got a big pair of gleaming mandibles.
I don't miss her. I have already, and though there's a contact email and phone number, I really have no desire to use them. not to say they don't make me vertiginous, but not this Time. I do, however, have a different idea... I decide now to place a little Time capsule, just like Bruce Willis leaving messages for the future on the dry-cleaning company's answering machine in 12 Monkeys (was that before or after eating the spider?), except here and, as Steve pointed out in Corpus Collapsum's Colosseum, Bruce Willis' mankind-saving services are likely needed elsewhere. so no Bruce.
my thinking is this... I reckon she'll soon google herself, oh perhaps in two months (during the season of change) to see her business site pop up. now because she's always been a curious one, i wager she'll check out the few other names that come up. one will be this one. hopefully she'll read this.
ok then, here goes: Michelle O'Brodovich
how are you? i'm well. could afford to be a little richer (though how I can't afford to be any poorer beats me), but you know, i gots plans. so i lied, i do kinda miss you, in that wistful, cloudcocooned memorial kind of way. i do hope you are well and merry. please let me know if you ever run across this, like, you know, drop a comment or whatever. er, ok then, bye again!
ps. today's Sunday, July 30th 2006, 12:47AM...
ok, well, I guess I'm off to go stare at my static ceiling fan some more. and perhaps think about the people currently in my life. this Time.