In the span of two 20-minute universes, I ran round a track in near pitch darkness. In one universe, I wondered why there was no lighting 'cept from the street lamps dotting the main road. But there was a strange sort of calm that came from orbiting blind. In the other universe, I imagined the track was a gigantic turntable and instead of a revolving LP, I was the turntable needle skipping along the grooves. Both universes were graced by wonderful music from my Discman, and they were 2 universes well-lived.

If only the other universes could buck up.