Not just yours.

My paranoia has paranoia these days.

And standing there holding that box, I felt it rise up inside me.



I keep hearing that thing in my head.

You know the thing. It's a schoolyard thing, or maybe a cartoon thing?

I'm not sure where I heard it first.

It goes like this:

I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know, that I knew that you'd know…

The speaker and their opponent spin plans within plans, wheels within wheels, and it just keeps going until the bus reaches the school and your teacher, eventually, makes you shut up.

(Yes, this was a real story. I'm amazed, sometimes, that I survived preschool.)

But it's even worse than that, than that person trapped inside endless move and counter-move, because both me and my opponent can time travel.

Am I ahead of her? Is she ahead of me?

Do those concepts even apply when Causality and Inevitability are making out in the back of the room?

Is the Botfly even aware that I'm trying to kill her?