Life

And now for a story. Long ago, in a land very near here, a young man walked alone in the middle of a street, in shadows thrown past a circle of electric lighting. In that place at that time, he saw into the future.

It was wide open, dark, but clear and it shocked him. He had a realization then, or maybe it was time travel. Define it as you will he could see into the future. At once existing and fleeting. There was a direct line between the man from a long time ago, and the man in the future. The days were mostly the same. Only the details differed. Day. Night. Day. Till there he was. The same man. On a different street or maybe the same, but straight from the past. He knew he got to the future.

At both ends he knew...

He was alone.