Dear Reader,

Buckle up. Leave your logic at the door and your sanity in your other pants. What follows is a Sunday morning madness, a love letter to literary lunacy. Don’t try to make sense of it—sense is for the sensible, and we’re anything but. Ready? Take a deep breath. Here we go.

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Sometimes, to fix a story, you need to start at ‘The End’.

This is why I write. To break the chains of linear time.

Time isn’t a river. It’s a pretzel, and I’m the teeth marks.

Yesterday’s regrets? Tomorrow’s plot twists.

I don’t outline. I butterfly effect.

As I near the beginning – or is it the end? – of my writing session, the first word hovers just out of reach.

I start with the ending of today’s piece. Why? Because I can.

Most folks think cause precedes effect. They’re adorably wrong. In my world, effect is the starting line, cause is the finish, and I’m sprinting backwards.

It’s buggy, full of plot holes and contradictions. That’s where the fun begins.

The universe is a story poorly told. I write to fix it.

Reality is a first draft. I’m the quantum mechanic with a red pen and a toolbox of possibilities.

Welcome to my world, where endings birth beginnings and words warp reality.

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Congratulations, intrepid reader.  As you stumble back into the “real” world, you might notice things look a bit… different. That’s normal. Or maybe it isn’t. Who’s to say? Remember, reality is just another story waiting to be rewritten. Now go forth and scramble some timelines. This quantum mechanic has more realities to recalibrate.