I try to imag­ine as vividly as pos­si­ble that I am in the bath­room in one of the places I have occu­pied in the past: in Cleve­land, on Comm Ave, in Cham­paign, in Naperville. I think about where the mir­ror was, where the door was, what the shower door/curtain looked like, who might be down­stairs or in the next room and what they might be doing, what the weather is like out­side. It can become pretty con­vinc­ing, and then I won­der if when I open my eyes I will actu­ally find myself in one of the bath­rooms I was imag­in­ing, and then I won­der whether it is a con­tra­dic­tion to think that that is some­thing I would even be capa­ble of know­ing to have hap­pened, and then when I open them and believe myself not to have time-traveled I won­der if I actu­ally did just arrive from think­ing about my 2008 bath­room in like 2011 or something.

I think I get this from a book I read as a teenager wherein this guy trav­els to the 1920s or some­thing just by coop­ing him­self up in an old Art Deco hotel and sur­round­ing him­self with the appro­pri­ate arti­facts and news­pa­pers for an ade­quate period of time.

Haha it is also I think the first place I noticed the word “shirt-sleeves” and I remain puz­zled by it to this day.