It's a Story

I traveled to the past, years upon years. I heard lost ideas and saw unborn deities. I read burnt books and walked crushed stairs. Before I could get here, they told me to relax. to enter a state of bliss, nirvana. I couldn't do it. I was to imagine I'm a cloud just floating along, or sitting in a chair in front of a fire, doing nothing. It didn't work. Nothing? I must do something. I ignored what they told me to do, to think about "not doing," and I thought of what I would do. I found myself buying a camera. Using it, making a movie, as lame as it may be, I'm making it, and it's what got me here.
"You are sitting in your chair, in the room made white, completely relaxed," he says to me, I'm outside shooting my friend, with a camera. "go to the first door you see, open it." I put my eye to the viewfinder. "You have now entered the past." I pull the camera from my face, and there I am in a Greek amphitheater, watching the very first play in human history occur.