Not always involving Rome. Not always the past. Not always even human when you wake up.

But for a brief moment I can try to imagine how good that must feel to not have any of this be a concern of mine, because I’m so far removed from it, it cannot affect me.

Like waking up as a sentient mycelium colony on a distant planet. Who gives a shit about housing prices or what youtube channel is allegedly being treated unfairly when your sole purpose is to slowly expand across the surface of an alien world and you can instead contemplate the quality of nutrients.