020081001 23:25 • 
At times of despair, I find myself wishing for reliable cryotank-style stasis. It would be so easy to slip into the cold embrace of steel and gravity mitigation, the deepest of sleeps as bio-friendly preservatives and anti-freeze solution cruise my veins. Secluded with a stand-alone, never-ending source of power in an undisclosed location, I could sleep through the days as the world hurtles onward, space and time pulling me to a future where new problems await, evolved from the same old dilemmas into new and interesting configurations.
Existential angst version 2.0: Welcome to Hotel Damnation. Enjoy your stay, however many months, years, decades, centuries, millennia it may be. Everything will be different when you wake. Stranger, yet strangely familiar.
As a practical means of time travel this definitely bests the normal route of living every second and only getting one trip, but seems like a poor second to instantaneous transport with endless destinations. Until I manage to turn “Time Machine” scrawled on a cardboard box into a working model, somehow signaling future travelers of my desire to join them might be more workable.
“Hello, future chrononauts. I’m currently trapped in the molasses of time, 12:19pm PST, 02008, 37° 46’ 30 N 122° 25’ 10 W in the fair city of San Francisco, liberal bastion of the American Empire, western coast of the continent known as North America in this time frame. It is an enduring sadness I may not know what lies beyond the temporal boundaries of my lifetime. I’d like to see, learn and live in what lies ahead and behind. Please come and get me.”
There. Now how can I make this message and others like it endure? Given that humans or our successors may not develop time travel in this cycle of civilization… or the next… or the one after that… it may have to endure for a serious stretch.
I see two strategies:
Ubiquity - Send the message out enough times and the odds increase it may survive the ages, working its way into the historic record to such an extent it will find a path to those who might provide transport. The messages must be razor sharp. Specifics of time and place must be pinpoint accurate to cut through the ephemeral cruft which will surround them as minute to age to epoch to period wears precision smooth.
Durability - mega-carvings in rock, gigantic Giza-worthy monuments, all containing precise spatiotemporal rendezvous information.
Approach it from both angles seems likely to yield the best results. Fame and fortune are prerequisites to do it right, so this is good motivation for extension into the here and now to slide into the future. My chances of success also increase if humanity itself does develop time travel in this period of civilization. 300 rotations around Sol from now, my well-structured flood of data may still be accessible. This very post may be read by those able to slip backward and forward in the flow of time as easily as I speak and breathe.
There is also the ultimate in luck for a science fiction character such as myself: potentially having been born into the point where the acceleration of humanity’s technological progress reaches an infinite upward slope. The Singularity may converge all time periods into one giant moment, all humanity into one massive point of culture and chaos, all of everything into one. Given our current slope indicates I may get magic pants in the next 20 to 40 years, I might not even need the long sleep.