There’s no knowing when or where it’ll happen, but occasionally, I’ll spend a certain amount of time in another dimension, roaming my common grounds with fresh eyes and ears. Sometimes memory is a great factor, sometimes it is not.
Just woke but a few minutes ago. A couple of hours in Blockbuster in an alternate realm proved annoying, but only after I’d inexplicably lost my clothes. I can’t remember how it happened, but whatever mistake I made was so commonplace in the dimension I’d found myself in, nobody but a self-important security officer cared to bother me about it.
In that dimension, companies don’t squander their wealth. The smallest installations of their franchises are built up and maintained to the fullest of the company’s ability. My time at Blockbuster was really a trip to the arcade-foodcourt of my friends’ choosing. Honestly, I’d've wanted to go where I could get my hands on comics, unafraid of a lack of money, because there’s no need for it.
On another note, my parents are alright.
