I haven’t been out of the house for months; except to take the garbage out to the curb and drive off those insidious bible thumpers that keep bothering interrupting me. I’m not schizo mind you just exceptionally busy. All else suffers for my work. I spent a year building the particle accelerator and another six months constructing six containment field generators. They’ve all been operational for a long while now. Over the past several months, and I’ve collected the exotic particles, mostly anti-matter from the accelerator holding what little I’ve collected in a massive magnetic field put out by the generators.

I’m the first to do it. Ordinarily those particles would have been annihilated in mili-seconds. I maintained them for months. What I collected wasn’t a lot but it was enough to get the job done. To be sure the containment generators I designed did all the heavy lifting. Their special; One of a kind. The field they generate is massive. The fields radiant state is modulated and coupled to a ground state that is conversely modulated. The resonance frequencies created by their interaction stops the exotic particles from interacting with normal matter.

They all laughed at me. Ridiculed me to the point I left MIT. Those fools; with their narrow minds could not have fathomed the genius behind my work; nor the success I would attain. I finally had enough exotic particles to put my theory into action three weeks ago. I think waiting was the hardest part of this whole endeavor.

I dropped the containment field allowing the exotic particles to mix with normal matter and in the mili-seconds it took for annihilation to occur; I injected a massive amount of a radioactive Isotope emitting Theta radiation into the mix. The result; A stable rift.

Everything went according to my predictions save one thing. My calculations were perfect. There must have been some outside influence I hadn’t accounted for. Some variables that interacted with the massive surge of energy produced through the annihilation of the exotic particles. I surmise that some presently unknown particle or perhaps tachyons might have caused the anomalies I’m experiencing.

The rift isn’t the only thing that was created that autumn day. Time space has been effected. As far as I can tell the area effected is spherical radiating out about three thousand yards outside the lab. Visually the boundary between normal time-space and the zone I now occupy seems to be visible only from my side. I’m stuck; caught in a sort of time loop. The loop resets itself each day at the same time. 5:30am; precisely at the instance I dropped the containment field. Funny thing is; the garbage truck was making its rounds. I remember hearing it making its usual thunking sounds as the crew retrieved the neighbor’s garbage.

Even though I had just made scientific history; I couldn’t help but think of whether or not I’d taken my garbage out to the curb. Now I watch each morning as truck approaches and a man hops off the back of the dirty old truck and takes that garbage over and over again; only to see it reappear seconds later as the loop resets.

It’s been close to four months now. The rift is still here. Another thing my calculations didn’t predict. It stabilized and became self-sustaining less than a minute after its birth. But, this confounded loop. This prison with a sole inmate. I Can’t stand it anymore. I’ve grown to hate that wretched truck. That filthy trash diver bouncing off it. Yesterday; I broke. I ran out the front door. Screaming at the man. Cursing him with every insult I could think of. He was oblivious. I grabbed a bottle off the heaping pile of garbage. It has grown over these past months. I chucked the half full coke at him. It evaporated as it passed out of the time loop.

I’m desperate, but what can I do. I’m trapped in the loop. All studies of the phenomenon have led me nowhere. Everything I know now leads me to believe that the rift and this despicable loop will last for as long as the Theta isotope maintains its Alpha-decay rate. With a half-life of over four billion years, I won’t be able to wait it out.

My only escape is obvious, but completely out of the question. Who knows what’s on the other side. Maybe I should just go through. At least I wouldn’t have to look at that steaming pile of garbage, or have to listen to the sounds of that damn garbage truck and face the unrelenting urge to watch it pull up. Watch the time-loop reset.