I'm scared.
Know why?

Okay, well you just opened this chapter up, right?

Yes.

How else would you be reading this?

Or perhaps you're looking over your awesome friend who reads my work's shoulder and reading this.

I caught you. Now go read my fangirl books.
Please.

Anyway, you read the beginning of this, and when you did, it was the present.
Only now it's the past.
And now it's the past again but a second ago it was the present.
It happened again.

You see we're living in the past. Everything that goes on is in the past. When people use the expression, "Live for the future!" I want to punch them because there is no future, nor is there a present. There is only past.

When I started writing this, it was the "present." But now it's the past. And soon I'll finish this sentence, and though it's the "present" now, it will be the past very soon.

See? I told you.

It happened again.

In a second you'll finish this chapter, continue your life.

Soon enough you'll eat your next meal, hug someone, watch something.
Soon enough, twenty years will have passed.

Soon enough, you'll be dead.

I think that's a really horrifying thought.

Am I really living for anything?

Because everything I live for is glued to the past.

Thanks, Newt.

(If anyone gets that reference you're my new best friend, have a cookie.)

Oh, lookie, I was right, a minute has passed that you were just living in before.

Well, . . . goodbye fellow future dead people.

Unless you're Magnus Bane.

Strive to be Magnus Bane.