When I became an adult (technically), I eschewed time travel pieces, but then in my late twenties I started listening to Richard Herring’s Leicester Square Podcast, where one of his running themes is analysis of varying modes/styles of time travel. I enjoyed Back To The Future 2 more than either of the other two Back To The Future films. Other clues: the only Michael Crichton (of Jurassic Park fame) book I read was one about time travel (when I was an adolescent, obvs) and since then I’ve always found carved stone coffins of married couples incredibly romantic. I loved Lost and I continued loving Lost even when it got confused by its own time-travel mythology. The clues had always been there, I suppose. Freer, more in tune with my own wants and desires: I admitted to myself that I LIKE TIME TRAVEL NARRATIVES. I admitted something to myself recently, and have felt liberated ever since.
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