a slow food restaurant whose snail’s pace service will have you blinking disorientedly when you finally exit and find that the sun is not even close to where it was when you went in, your hair has grown significantly, people are wearing clothing items you’ve never seen before, and everyone is asking you who you voted for in a major election you’ve never heard of before. you encounter an unfamiliar young person who looks and acts familiar nonetheless, and their sibling bears your name. they mention that their parent died recently, and their parent’s beloved partner went missing 20 years ago. come to think of it, that partner would by now be about the same age that you appear to be, what with how your hair has grayed since you went into that restaurant