This time he is close to her,
he speaks to her.
She welcomes him without surprise.
They are without memories, without plans.
Time builds itself painlessly around them.
Their only landmarks are the flavor of the moment they are living
and the markings on the walls.
Is it the same day? He doesn't know.
they shall go on like this on countless walks in which an unspoken trust, an unadulterated trust will grow between them,
without memories or plans.
Up to the moment where he feels
-ahead of them- a barrier.
From Chris Marker's "La jetée"
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