In Bloom

by Paul Tremblay

I mean time in evolutionary terms, traveling within the coded memory of my DNA, back to when our ancestors lived in the primordial oceans and were nothing but nerves and electrical impulses dedicated to environmental observation and reaction, with little bandwidth to spare for a singular, primitive sentience.

I want to be made into an antenna again. I want to be connected, or reconnected, to that evolutionary wavelength that’s millions of years old.