Image: Digital landscapes by Yuri Shwedoff
My Uncle Horace had a theory about time.
He’d say that within each second of time there stretched an infinite amount of time. He thought time was a relative structure and was far more complex than we really understood.
My Aunt Rona thought he had a screw loose but one day he shocked us all disappearing for what was a brief time in our reckoning but when he returned he said he’d been into a second and travelled for eight hours before coming out again.
He described what he saw, my Aunt had him committed. We loved him anyway.