"i wish i was born in the 90s" says the young girl. suddenly, her surroundings change- french flags fly above and around her, crowds are cheering. it is france, 1793. the king is dead. long live the revolution.
"you’re just confused," you say once i am finished coming out to you. unfettered, i look you in the eyes and say. "if i go back in time and kill my grandfather, will i cease to exist and subsequently save my grandfather?" you break out into a cold sweat. now we are both confused, but i still know precisely to whom i am attracted.