OP-ED: One more for the road

The significance of a birthday lies in the fact that it can bring the past and present in the same room
It’s quarter to three. I’m sitting in a dimly lit bar. A bar between everywhere and nowhere. A bar that is outside the percepts of both space and time. A bar where the drinks are automatically filled, and you just have to start thinking about a song before it starts to get played on an old 1950s jukebox. 

“But wait, that’s wrong,” you say. “You already said that it’s quarter to three, and not to nitpick, but if a place were outside the percepts of time, would a 1950s jukebox really be making the scene there?”