Thanks for giving me a perspective as a younger generation! I wasn't even born at the time, and obviously see our daily reality differently. OTOH, I think what you just described falls into p. 1 and 4.
Mother to Christ, at a loss:
- Are you my God or son?
You’re nailed onto the cross.
Tell me how to go on?
How can I go, having not
understood, grasped, derived:
are you my son or God?
That is, dead or alive?
He, in turn, explained:
- Dead or alive, this time,
woman, it’s all the same.
Son or God, I’m thine.
— Joseph Brodsky, Nature Morte
The *time*-travel you are looking for isn't about being there and then. It's about persisting the pastime (the way of engaging with the materiality of *space*) of those who are long gone. About deciding what you steal from Kronos, what you leave to be devoured by him, and how far will you manage to travel with that stolen good now claimed as yours.