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There was a dream, recently. Apparently - by the feeling of it - based on the Truman Show and the 12th episode of Once Upon A Time, with Belle. Although logic has little to do with it.
I was waiting for someone to appear. Seemingly trying to charm them, too, although the intention was rather ruined by discovering weird knots under the skin all around my waistline. However, the man that arrived didn't seem to care about either my apparel or my state of health. We were arguing, although I can't recall the point of disagreement. He ended up revealing that he's a time traveller, from a rather utopic future as I gathered, and could leave at any minute should it please him to be elsewhere than where he's underappreciated (hint hint). To which I, in a rare fit of clarity, gave a very astute reply.
I didn't cry, or pout, or get bitter. I looked at him calmly and firmly, and said that he's changed. The education he received, the training he undergone to perform the travel and blend in so well, it all changed his mind, the course of his thoughts, his attitude and his way of seeing things. He became different from the normal citizens of his rather utopic future home. He would be alien among them. Wouldn't be comfortable there. Wouldn't fit.
I was right, that much I could see. But however insightful my counter-argument was, it was easily parried by the statement that he could choose any other time to travel to.
I was waiting for someone to appear. Seemingly trying to charm them, too, although the intention was rather ruined by discovering weird knots under the skin all around my waistline. However, the man that arrived didn't seem to care about either my apparel or my state of health. We were arguing, although I can't recall the point of disagreement. He ended up revealing that he's a time traveller, from a rather utopic future as I gathered, and could leave at any minute should it please him to be elsewhere than where he's underappreciated (hint hint). To which I, in a rare fit of clarity, gave a very astute reply.
I didn't cry, or pout, or get bitter. I looked at him calmly and firmly, and said that he's changed. The education he received, the training he undergone to perform the travel and blend in so well, it all changed his mind, the course of his thoughts, his attitude and his way of seeing things. He became different from the normal citizens of his rather utopic future home. He would be alien among them. Wouldn't be comfortable there. Wouldn't fit.
I was right, that much I could see. But however insightful my counter-argument was, it was easily parried by the statement that he could choose any other time to travel to.