One of my recurring daydreams is that someone from a few hundred years ago is accompanying me in whatever mundane task I’m doing. When I’m driving, for example,

One of my recurring daydreams is that someone from a few hundred years ago is accompanying me in whatever mundane task I’m doing. When I’m driving, for example, I try to imagine what questions they’d have about what’s going on and how incredible they’d find it. I think frequently about how European kings didn’t have the variety in spices that I do in my cabinet, or machines that could lower the temperature of a room.