Growing up Gaslit

Here’s how the theory goes: if you’re at the centre of a snarl in continuity, you’ll notice. Nobody else will, though. You’ll feel time being rewritten and see the world change around you; they won’t. From their perspective, you went to bed yourself and woke up yourself, albeit not the same one. From your perspective, you went to bed yourself and woke up your grandfather, and also, unrelatedly, a functional alcoholic. You’ll remember what came before but you’ll also remember what hadn’t come before but now does; what wasn’t neatly slots itself into what is, until you’ll never have known any better, except for the eternal conviction that something is wrong and will never be right. Occasionally you’ll look in the mirror and think: This isn’t who I am. What you really mean to say is: This is who I am, but it isn’t who I should be. Not was: you always were this person, at least since someone rewrote your timeline. Which of course they never did, because your timeline has always been this way, ever since it wasn’t.Time travel. It does funny things to the mind.