To be erased from time does not feel like much of anything. Rather, it feels like the absence of feeling, since the emotions don’t, and never did, exist in the first place. I stood, but did not stand, in nothingness. It could look white or black, but really, I suppose that it’s just the absence of color, and therefore, the absence of light.

Perhaps I am just a failure of time travel, but actually not a failure of time travel, because I am not, never was, and never will be. Those who are keeping track do not have to count my nonexistence as a failure of our time traveling attempts because there is no nonexistence.

I must explain that it is unlikely you will ever experience the lack of experiencing things. You also will never imagine experiencing nothing, because simply by the act of thinking you have already failed. Anyway, it takes either a lot of skill or a lot of bad luck to fall through a hole in time. I’m still not sure which.

I sat down on nothing and continued to not exist.