Three hundred years into the past. Two thousand years into the future. The long bridge between — written in the long quiet of 2020, released here one chapter at a time.
During the long quiet of 2020, when the usual scaffolding of work and travel and meetings fell away, something else began to come through. I would sit down each morning and the chapters would simply arrive, almost faster than I could write them down.
I cannot honestly say I wrote this book. I can say I was the instrument it passed through.
The shape of it surprised me. It runs three hundred years backward — to the dawn of humanity, told as it might actually have happened. And it runs two thousand years forward — into the long after, where many of the problems we are tangled in today have quietly been solved. The middle is a bridge: short pieces about the present, read from a future vantage point, as if our own century is being remembered.
Some of it reads as memory. Some of it reads as prophecy. I no longer know which is which. I am putting it down here one chapter at a time — partly to share it, partly because a book that wants to exist should be allowed to.
One chapter is released each month. The first lands in June 2026. The rest will arrive in order.
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