While in cruise over Somolia, I found myself questioning the length of time. Is time is linear? Is it an unceasing single direction metric, or can it be bent and twisted; distorting the length of any moment into an infinite period. Perhaps it is only our perception of time that is linear.
I then looked down and noticed there was a brown, tightly curled hair in my crew meal. I don't have brown hair. Was this a sign? Is the answer to my question sitting right there in my lap, resting atop my luke warm beef stroganoff? Time must be curly then; not unlike a pube. Perhaps it is not though. That wouldn't make any sense. That'd be ridiculous. Maybe time is actually the beef stroganoff itself. Maybe I've gone mad from the syphilis I contracted in my last São Paulo trip....