It's tomorrow. You know, the day after yesterday. Billions of days after a yesterday far, far away, and at least a couple of days after the yesterday-that-shall-not-be-named. It's also the day before the day after tomorrow, which is millions of days before future tomorrow — a place we'd like to visit. But we can't visit, because we've passed it. We've flown by so many tomorrows that we've arrived at yesterday, and back again — the future of the past, of the future. And boy are our arms tired. So let's take a break and chat, today, for 90 seconds on the verge of eternity.
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