I prefer the theory of accidental crossings of closely parallel time lines. My wife and I have suffered a number of those. Either that or I had a poor memory. But ‘Wrights Razor’ the epistemological principle that when two theories both adequately explain the facts, the one more flattering to me is preferred, cuts against the poor memory theory, so we are left with the collision of timelines theory.

If there is a more nightmarish conception in literature, it would no doubt be another conception from the pen of Borges, such as his infinite book that can never be read, or his aleph of uncapturable inspiration hidden in the cellar of a mediocre poet.

For me, the most nightmarish conception might be the idea of the world turning into Tlön, a place where no objects have identity and philosophy is merely a past-time meant to astonish.

Still more when they confabulate the events, which apparently we do a lot.