I loved the Twilight Zone and Night Gallery series on TV in the 70's. Keeping in mind that it was alway unreality (to mirror the ads for 7 Up in that same time period, the Un Cola), the great thing about it was the story was always so believable with that one twist that breathed life into the world of the bizarre yet plausible. The was a great episode that explained that time for us was really like an infinite series of movie sets strung together seamlessly and sequentially. When you lost your car keys, for example, it was the set master who forgot to put them into the next sequential set, when you went back and looked again they had reappeared where you thought they were and had already looked, because the set master had discovered the mistake and corrected it the next time you passed through that set.
My life is doing that quite a bit right now. Things that I know existed, were real, are gone with no explanation, without even the slightest ripple in the fabric of time and space, and then in the next scene they reappear just as seamlessly as they disappeared. Or they reappear, altered, and I am the only one who seems to be able to see the difference. I really am living life in the Twilight Zone, and tomorrow this will all be rearranged... |