This is fun in itself, but it also reminds me of a question: is there anything substantial written about people imagining themselves in the past? What parts of their identity do people keep stable? Is imagining oneself in the past a fairly modern invention? Is there a difference between "I can imagine myself in times and places that members of my group(s) were" vs. "I can imagine myself in any part of the past"?
This is a rather psychological take on the question, but a literary version could make sense-- what's going on in stories about going into the past?
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