Doghead
Chrono Cadet
It was many years ago, 1992 to be exact, and I had just left a toxic job. I was living and working in Sydney and I had quit a job I hated. I felt liberated but worried- I was free of the revolting job but of course free to ... starve, lose all my money... basically run out of road.
I was therefore doing, on that sunny afternoon what anyone would in my position.
I was sitting on the Kirribilli wharf fishing.
Occasionally I had to move a little to accomodate the infrequent ferries, but other than that there was a drift of a handful of people. Most of the time I was on my own.
Whilst I was deep in thought, dangling my line and just pondering my fate, another ferry drifted up to the wharf.
I say drifted advisedly. There was no sound, and the ferry just rippled the water as it came, not even the sounds of the water slapping the wharf were heard by me. An eerie quiet descended everywhere around me.
The ferry slowed to a stop rather than bumping into the wharf and a single grey-suited figure hopped out in quite a spritely fashion considering he seemed pretty old.
I noticed his suit was slightly shiny but seemed anything but cheap. I noticed he wore a wristwatch which was basically flat as a 20-cent piece and had a pale blue glowing face, which seemed very sharp and up-to-the-minute: a very cool watch! His tie was quite wide too, and two tone black- shiny black patterns on a matt black cloth.
He hopped off the ferry and as soon as he did so the ferry retreated equally silently and just sort of faded from my perceptions. It was as though I was in shock and the ferry, no longer significant, ceased to be noticed by me.
The old guy walked up to me and looked down at me, slowing rather than stopping.
"It will never be as bad as you think," he said, and then he quickly moved up and off the wharf.
I stayed in a daze for probably ten minutes? I have no real way of knowing how long. My reverie was interrupted by people arriving to wait for the next ferry and I packed up and went home for the day.
The punchline: I am pretty sure that the old guy was me.
***
This is a true story, one I never shared before except with my best friend and my then-wife.
I would welcome all thoughts and comments, here, and on my blog where I posted it:
http://l00pthegame.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-experience-of-time-travel-1.html
This experience absolutely happened to me, and it did impact my life.
I was therefore doing, on that sunny afternoon what anyone would in my position.
I was sitting on the Kirribilli wharf fishing.
Occasionally I had to move a little to accomodate the infrequent ferries, but other than that there was a drift of a handful of people. Most of the time I was on my own.
Whilst I was deep in thought, dangling my line and just pondering my fate, another ferry drifted up to the wharf.
I say drifted advisedly. There was no sound, and the ferry just rippled the water as it came, not even the sounds of the water slapping the wharf were heard by me. An eerie quiet descended everywhere around me.
The ferry slowed to a stop rather than bumping into the wharf and a single grey-suited figure hopped out in quite a spritely fashion considering he seemed pretty old.
I noticed his suit was slightly shiny but seemed anything but cheap. I noticed he wore a wristwatch which was basically flat as a 20-cent piece and had a pale blue glowing face, which seemed very sharp and up-to-the-minute: a very cool watch! His tie was quite wide too, and two tone black- shiny black patterns on a matt black cloth.
He hopped off the ferry and as soon as he did so the ferry retreated equally silently and just sort of faded from my perceptions. It was as though I was in shock and the ferry, no longer significant, ceased to be noticed by me.
The old guy walked up to me and looked down at me, slowing rather than stopping.
"It will never be as bad as you think," he said, and then he quickly moved up and off the wharf.
I stayed in a daze for probably ten minutes? I have no real way of knowing how long. My reverie was interrupted by people arriving to wait for the next ferry and I packed up and went home for the day.
The punchline: I am pretty sure that the old guy was me.
***
This is a true story, one I never shared before except with my best friend and my then-wife.
I would welcome all thoughts and comments, here, and on my blog where I posted it:
http://l00pthegame.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-experience-of-time-travel-1.html
This experience absolutely happened to me, and it did impact my life.
