Posterity

Before My Future Kids gain sentience, I am going to take extensive photographic and video evidence of their peculiarities. I will document their strange obsessions and I will record them on camera as they carry on in their rituals. They will know and I will know of their primal gods with whom they consort. When they are older, I will show them the video with the intent of embarrassing them and letting them know that their actions will never be forgotten. They will laugh, pretend that they don't remember exactly what they were doing in their bizarre antics. But they will know exactly what powers they were fighting, worshiping, hunting. And I will know that they will know. They will pretend that their younger selves were completely different people, holding absolutely no relation to the mature young person before me today. If you can't remember it, it wasn't you, right? They will remember the danger that lurked in the corners, just out of sight, that followed you right behind your head.
I have seen scrapbooks of these things and they do not interest me. If I were a filmmaker, I would make a documentary in all black and white, full of action and tension and a little dramatic music to set the mood. If I were a poet, I would narrate each photo, each video would have a story. Every memory would have two forms. One on the outside seen by most of us, the other less visible, full of trials and tribulations and struggles. That is where the true story is told. The one whose drama is such that no one will really know the full extent of it. I am not either of those things. I can, however begin a new dramatic narrative every time I show that silly video of My Future Kids and turn the sound off to make it more compelling. My Future Kids will thank me when they realize the richness of the many lives I have made up for them. It will be like an episode of 24 except EVERY SINGLE DAY. 24 hours a day, everyday. My theory is that time is a numbers game. It's not linear as people like to believe, rather, it's based on percents. The first 24 hours of your life will be your longest. Empires have come and gone in days like those. Great, thrilling narratives that stretch from the beginning of time to the very end of it all seem to span days like those. And they do, in their way. Who is to say that light was not invented when it first hit your eye? People older than you, I suppose. But who cares about them anyway. They who have been here before have been there always, great pillars in space, standing since there was space to stand in.
Anyway, the point is, My Future Kids will be bizarre as children are, and I will have the evidence to remind them of it for the rest of their lives. The best part will be when I show it to My Future GrandKids.