For almost three weeks now, it’s been June 12th. What is that about? I wake up in the morning and find the rest of humanity going through exactly the same motions with variance only existing as I influence events. I am the only one who has any memory of the last 20 versions of this exact day. I’m the only one who drives into work and sees the same cyclist nearly get hit by a SmartCar every morning. I’m the only one who receives exactly the same text from my mother every single day, asking exactly the same questions. How am I transcending this time loop, and how do I make it stop? I dream of waking up in the morning and seeing June 13 on my phone screen, but it hasn’t happened. Help me, Alistair.
Broken Record in Taphouse
My assistant told me about this email on the 12th of June, because it seemed urgent to him.
So I slept on it.
It’s now the 13th. You’re welcome.