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[abdiel]

I think about time travel often, and sometimes I feel like I can indeed travel through time. Only forwards, of course. I look back on my life’s best moments and my life’s worst moments, and sometimes they seem to have gone by like the blink of an eye. Experiences I’ve had in the distant past seem like yesterday. The weeks, months, or even years

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[inhumandecency]

I feel very much the same. I can make myself quite uneasy by thinking about how compressed the past seems from the present, and wondering what it would mean for the present to be compressed that way. And yet, reaching the compression requires living through the events "in real time." It continues to baffle me.