This is a true story, one I’ve never shared with anyone before. Even though many years have passed since then, every single moment is still alive.
It was an early summer day. I was walking around my hometown. Suddenly, the road came to a dead end at a quaint house. The sunlight poured down slowly and cast shadows of my shape. For a while, I just watched it swaying, but then finally, decided to take a step inside.
Looking back years later, I wonder if the experience of that summer happened in some other dimension, a place where my life exists before I’ve lived it, and where it goes afterward. She was alone, and I was too. We were both alone, and thus so together. The two of us are still in the lost time of the place that was no place. That time has now gone forever, but yet sometimes it seems to never have even happened.
