4:23 // “Time After Time” shuffles on and, after skipping forward, I press the back arrow. Writing this, I think of finding arrowheads with childhood friends on the greenfield site of their home. There was hardly a building that hadn’t been built since after the War. My mother’s grandfather drove me beneath one of the monolithic pylons of the interstate, pointing to overgrown sites where the old saloon, a grocery store, a trading depot had been. Everything vanishes. At least I can pass from this life knowing that I experienced true love in my life, however short-lived.
7:35 // Waking from a dream about a future dirigible escape-pod sequence, I review this, recall that day when I took the image of Samuel smiling before the high street of his hometown, and think there was that sweet man. I don’t know how to reconcile the sweet man I knew with the angry and mean man Samuel would become. Perhaps I was too optimistic to assume that eventually I would get through to that sweet man, or perhaps his friends, in my absence, convinced him to be too pessimistic when it came to dealing with me.