
In this hilarious, mood altering essay, Cohen sets out to answer a few simple questions about time travel: how, when, and what will it mean? It’s a Borgesian investigation, the field work of a metaphysical detective, following leads down a rabbit hole into a world of parallel universes and altered time, where my second feels like a second but your second is a hundred thousand years. In the end, it’s a story of paradox, where every road forks: if you read this story, and this story causes you to build a time machine, and you use this machine to go back and kill Rich Cohen before he learns of time travel, thus does not write this story, meaning you do not read it and build the time machine, then Rich Cohen (thank God!) lives to write the story, which you read, then build a time machine... well, you get the idea.