Stretched in Time

His mind trailed out, forward. He could see himself at all points in time over the next few days. Not so much in detail as it was in intent and function. There was no way he could deal with non-linear time until he could process linear time in a more efficient way. Something just seemed right about it. It was like a montage in a movie, except from a first person perspective. At some point it seemed more likely to have some version of himself double back, and not have it seem like anything more than a normal conversation. He'd still be in control of 'both' of him, at least enough that he wouldn't be surprised, or in some kind of paradox.