“You here for the movie?” Leo asked, not expecting an answer.
But sometimes, when I’m driving late on a back road, I’ll catch a flicker in the treeline. A white rectangle where no rectangle should be. I’ll roll down my window, and for a second—just a second—I’ll hear the faint crackle of a movie that isn’t playing anymore.
“I’m here to understand,” I said.
“You here for the movie?” Leo asked, not expecting an answer.
But sometimes, when I’m driving late on a back road, I’ll catch a flicker in the treeline. A white rectangle where no rectangle should be. I’ll roll down my window, and for a second—just a second—I’ll hear the faint crackle of a movie that isn’t playing anymore.
“I’m here to understand,” I said.
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