In the end there’s only a movie?

Memories are the same as dreams. Can you tell the difference?

REALITY DREAMING BY LINDSAY SMITH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 97

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Edwina uncrosses her legs, knocks the table, spills her coffee. Jack reaches for a paper napkin, knocks the table, the coffee spills again.

Edwina looks at the Eiffel Tower, poking up from behind an apartment block.

- He stayed in America. He never came to Paris.

She pushes black plastic-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose.

- It was hard at first, being apart. In the end we got used to it. We got used to the distance.