as a little freak, i personally think some timeline chaos is a good and desirable feature in a website
and yet, and yet... denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are acts of apparent desperation which remain a secret consolation. Our destiny does not terrify from its unreality; it terrifies us because it is iron-clad. The timeline is the substance I am made of. The timeline is a river which sweeps me off my feet, but I am the river; it is a tiger which devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The website, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.