We know little about Einstein’s time-travel experiments. We know he succeeded. We know about his gambling problem. We know about the bees.
As of last week, we know about Miley Cyrus.
She used a pseudonym, of course. He called her Bridgette. She called him Harrison. She was a violin student. He was a movie producer.
Was Bridgette from the future? His associates, his wife, his children—they all thought it was Albert being Albert. They thought he was trying to explain wormholes.
The photos gave them away. Baseball games in the 80s. A picture of a much older Miley licking Albert’s cheek at the Grand Canyon.
“From the future!” he’d say and pull his hair from his face. “Look at her shoes!”