French fried theory objects, Derridean Doloreans for traveling back in time, held back in time, deferred, derailed, delayed out across varied scapes by knob-twiddling tyrants controlling the cosmically indifferent decks.

Abmodernist impulses and post-mortemist petrifications of one or several giants. I travel through time with my video deck, I travel alongside time with a Wobulator, I plunge the implied z-axes of videospace with a Jones Colorizer…or so goes the techno-mantra of yore.

A lone cello tunes itself astray, no one seems to notice. Such an anomalous occurrence is a benefit to few, safe for backwards cast conceptions of mis-remembered futures. Sunrise, Florida, once renowned hotspot for obliterati is emptied out with a few befuddled keystrokes. A ghosted town, of transparent townies, you can catch a whiff of the Wendigo, with whom displaced obliterati may temporarily shack up.

While Portland, Earth reels back in splendorous springtime weather, it is elsewhere raining cats and dogs.  More mesmerizing still are the Fortean falls of objects within Wisconsin’s borders, and the near simultaneous ricochet of videographic shadow forms criss-crossing the networked cosmos.

Psychic bombardments plummet to Earth, authorities determine it is not space junk, this time.  More mesmerizing still is the looming prospect that these are derelict theory objects, ideas cooked up by the global brain some time ago, antecedent mental transmissions accumulating just outside of this Earth.  Likely cast forth into the noospheric yonder in the dawn of dial-up.  Returning now, the boomerang(e) of future influence upon the past.  As the saying goes, amongst the ballistically inclined, “be sure of your target–and what is beyond it.”