The Wash

We're all ghosts in a future's past. We were the phantom future to the past, but since it's now, that's all changed. Someday, we'll all be yesterday.

Climbing through the tiny, bathroom-sized window into the outer limits, escaping the house of time, all the other lands and roads leading to them will become visible. Yet, in the laundry and utility rooms of routine, the blinders are a comfort. Nobody wants to twist the little plastic stick and look out into something incomprehensible.