House on Alexandria

If I never got to do the things that made me me, who would I have changed. It is not the big things, the natural disasters, the huge, historic moments, the changes, the jobs. It is the littel things. The people you meet, once, but never gain, but who you think of later. It is the children you have or don’t, the argument you have.

And then, you path change, and you don’t buy the house with the snakes, or the one with 2 sunny aches, but with the fridge in the garage, because the kitchen is too small.

But to stop things. To keep the path once another has altered it, si much hard than it seems. The screetching of the wheels leaves a mark on the road.

It helps when you are the only one who is traveling, jumping, back and forth, tinkering bits of time. And if there are others, then we rarely meet, and we don’t cross paths.

It was odd when I first noticed someone was interfering with my own time line, and on purpose yet. Someone very determined to alter the history of my life, the lives of those around me.

My adult self had to keep going back to undo the changes, or stop them, but time, like a river, will reflow, slip over its banks, but not quite return to the river it was before, and so I would lose bits.

But each change I didn’t catch, changed me. I’d lose an experience, a memory. As the distrubances increased, ti changed me. I was becoming someone I did not want to be come.

But what I didn’t learn was who was doing it, and who they were trying to change. It wasn’t me, and yet it was.

If I had known, if I had realized right away, I could have asked when Iw as younger, and not when I was older, more tired, and not in good physical shape, as time jumping does take a bit out of one, especially when trying to fix things.

The meomires of time drifters are different from thos who go only forward in time. And when I found photos changing, and memories of those around me altering, at first I took it to be just a harzard of time. I learned to adjust and not to alter my own time line.

And I knew, when my brother dies, that that was one thing I couldn’t change.

So, why did someone keep trying to do just that.

It is best not to change your own timeline. It is probably a good idea not to change those close to you either, but those are usually the ones we want changed.

It would have been nice it I had had trianing, but I guess the gene, or whatever I have isn’t passed down that often, so there was no one living who had it. Who knows.