It’s snowing outside, and my hotel is six blocks from the convention centre. I’ve heard that the liminal spaces of all hotels and other transient buildings connect in possibility space, so i take the “STAFF ONLY” door near the elevator and head off into the tunnels, holding as firm an image of my destination in mind as I can.
It works well, I emerge backstage in the main lecture theatre just as the lights are going down for the keynote. I grab a seat in the second row and settle in as the speaker is being introduced.
Wait, this presentation is not what the schedule says it should be. Oh heck, I’ve taken a wrong turn and arrived at next year’s event.