Transits

he had lunch in Paraguay, just a typical type of day, then stepped through his portal for dinner in Bombay. it was an exciting type of life with his mental time machine sometimes he left a place before he’d ever been. he recorded these aberrations deep down inside his head; he knew the day her met himself was the day he would be dead. he glanced at himself in the mirror with a wry sort of smile then slipped through his portal for breakfast by the nile.