we're trapped inside of an infinitely repeating timeline, the only thing preventing us from becoming trapped in a wall of repetition is a singularity at the end of each universe
my time machine broke down on the way to dinner with john wilkes booth. turns out being late causes temporal confusion which results in me eating dinner with an angry ghost of james dean instead.
Some days I'm just not feeling it and I feel like playing harmonica for no reason. And nobody notices except the nice man with a beard who lives across the street. He asks me to play a song for him but I never do because I forgot my harmonica. I should learn a harmonica song anyway