I have a memory of a faraway place. It's a little strange because I can walk there from home in less than ten minutes, so it's really not that far. When I get there I look around to see if I have arrived but the picture in my thoughts doesn't match with the shapes that I see. The people are different, the grass has changed, the trees are a little more crooked, it's not the same place. I don't understand why I can go where I please as long as I limit myself to the confines of the three dimensions in space. The fourth dimension of time is the one I don't get, you can go ahead in a straight path but why can't you turn around take a step back, move up or down and travel it's so many different thinkable ways. I think of the future when the past refuses my request, can I travel this straight line, choose the direction with a plan, to end up in a place where the memory awakes. The space will not be the same, a different part of town, there might be no trees, the buildings are wrong but because of one detail the time is the same to the faraway place.