A project that I’ve steeped myself in is the digitalization of all of my families media. Photos, videos, etc. I’m preserving the hell out of it.
Mostly I’ve been struck by just how glorious the mundane events of life are. They’re the most abundant and yet the most ignored.
An annoying dinner. Some terrible church basement meeting. Etc.
Things that if you had to live over you’d be very annoyed at the fact that this was the one thing you’d get to re-experience, however, when one of those events gets called back into mind the mystical happens.
That moment is transformed into an epic event and you travel through it like a knight on a quest.
Time travel is real in these regards. Any moment that was lived can be conjured back up and relived. Any moment that was documented can be relived by anyone in the mind.
The fallacy is that we need science and fancy machines to do so and, perhaps, we do in order to go into the future but the past is wide open to us if we allow ourselves the time to travel it.