Space-Time fanciers have come up with the idea that it all exists like an LP record, and we are merely riding the needle through the grooves and it gives the illusion of change. Who the (blank) knows. Heh. Your comment brought it to mind. But with the Internet and all the old stuff immediately accessible, it sort of feels like we're existing in a Licorice Pizza or Tower record store, which I'm certain you remember. And the Sci-Fi writers all grabbed their quills. . . I mean pens. . . er, I mean keyboards.