on the perils of time travel

According to the movies, time travel is incredibly, unbelieeeevably dangerous.

The main risk when it comes to time travel is that somehow, you end up becoming your own parent. Or – even worse – your own grandparent. Ick.

Or you inadvertently cause your great-great-great grandfather to be mutilated by an enormous tortoise while on an innocent trip to the zoo, thus completely negating your own future existence.

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Or, something goes terribly wrong with your time machine, and you end up being trapped in the past for the rest of your life.

Or, you’re hunted down and killed by robots from the future with really stupid accents.

Or – even worse – you travel to the future, and find out that the future you is a complete and utter douche canoe.


Not to mention insanely DANGEROUS.

Which makes me actually quite nervous to say what I’m just about to say…but here it goes anyway…


Greetings, dear readers! My name is Michelle, and I am a time traveller.

Yes – by sheer accident, I have invented the world’s very first time machine. And I intend to put it to good use. Ideally, without dying.

I’ve conducted a few (very unscientific) tests, and I’m convinced I’ve found a safe way to travel backwards and forwards through time – you know, without accidentally erasing myself from the space-time continuum. In fact, I’m planning on spending quite a bit of time in the past over the next couple of years…because I’ve come up with a very interesting project…

I’m very busy preparing for my journey, but I’ll tell you more in my next entry.

Author: Michelle

Reader, writer, wannabe. Literary critic (with training wheels on). Blogging my way through the 20th century's classic novels in chronological order.

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