My time slipping tends to be intuitive. I think of a person, place, or event in history and sort of will myself there. Sometimes I just fling myself into the past, or the future.
I'm actually just back from amcient Rome. t was a smelly place really and I couldn't bring myself to use their communal yoilets, so I rushed back for a dump. It is harder to slip through time when you are desperate for a dump. It sort of mucks up your concentration.
It kind of reminds me of a friend of mine who travelled most of the way up the North Island and arriving in Auckland, went to the Museum first and needed to have a serious toilet experience. He could not of course do this in a public convenience so just crossed his legs. I wouldn't want to be the one who had to clean his underpants.
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