I have always thought that time does not exist and everything is a distorted perception of reality, however, everything has a cadence, an infinite flow of energy without direction but we perceive it, and, in a certain extent we understand it.
Maybe it's not even called time, but, it has the name of the different planes that converge in a place, maybe, it does not even have measure and is governed by the now of my present self, the self of the future and the self that has already disappeared.
But what good is it for me to think, if, the only thing that I concluded is that, even, I change any time line or modify my actions, the present will remain the same, my future I do not know it and, the past has taken me where I am now.
And where am I?
Sitting in front of the computer, trying to transform my absurd thoughts and somewhat different experiences into words.
But before starting my story, I must warn that my sense of time is a little battered, therefore, I suggest not to look for a chronology in the narrative, since, I will explain as my memory allows me.
Well, without more to add, I can only say that everything is real, nothing is a lie or invention of mine, of course, the measurement of truth will always be according to the reality of my person in the time of the event.