Unbreaking Hye Jee Kim

At this very moment, somewhere in the universe...

someone unbreaks a plate. How can this be? Surely, I mean someone breaks a plate. The laws of this world make it impossible to unbreak a plate.

But what if I told you there was a planet, much like ours, in which time flows backwards. Well, backwards to us. I suppose to them our time goes backwards. Perspective can be a tricky thing. But I digress. In this planet, everything is completely identical. There is an identical copy of Hye Jee, Mr. Logsdon, Barack Obama, Selena Gomez, and even you living their lives comfortably. Their lives are (predictably) identical to ours, save for the fact that their living it in the opposite order. Our lives begin in a delivery room. To them, that's where their lives end. We reach our prime fairly early in our lives. They reach their prime fairly late. Get it? Time for them goes backwards, like a rive flowing uphill. The tricky thing is that their memories also run backwards. So what we consider to be our future is their past, and they can remember it. And what we consider to be past, they see as future, and they can't know what it holds. They see reactions before actions.

Back to that someone who unbreaks a plate. This particular young man unbroke the plate that his wife ate from on the first day of her life (basically its what she ate what we would call a last meal off of). Prior to this unbreaking, the wife and man had been locked in a heated argument. The young man knew that the fact that he was arguing with his wife meant that he will end up undoing something that we consider to be bad (ie breaking a plate). He quickly ran through all of the hints in his brain.

"Okay, so the argument started with her storming in. Then I brought up the fact that her mother is incredibly immature and irresponsible. Then she called me irresponsible. Now, we're arguing about dishware that I will presumably unbreak sometime in the future. So I assume that I will unbreak a plate at some point."

And right he was. Right after he apologized profusely, he found himself standing upright with pieces of broken glass flying to his hand and melding together. A plate now was in his hand.

Sorry.