Time Machine

What do you mean no such thing as a time machine?
Okay, okay, yeah, I don't like "machine" either, freighted
as it is, now at least, with a sense of metallic necessity,
weighted with the "progress" of The Industrial Revolution,
all the barnacles of a history of trade-offs – the lives
expended to mine the ore, the heat expended to
smelt it, the rust and waste of it all, all in exchange for
the achievement of escape velocity, for a few anyhow.

I know, I know. It's distasteful. Okay, you're right, it's
worse than that. I get it. But we still need a way to talk
about how to make it right, now. We need language for
imagining a future that seeks enchantment rather than
escape, and we won't find it by avoidance of the past. So
let us dig amidst this rubble for tools, for this is all we
have. Can we use these tools to make better ones? I don't
know. But you can't say there's nothing here to work with.