Nothing Actually Dies
How you learn that time is cyclical. You meet a woman in Boston who describes a man who didn’t pick her twenty years ago. Now she drives her daughter to his house for music lessons. One afternoon he writes directions to an upcoming recital and hands her the piece of paper. The daughter who is hers but not theirs pulls on her mom’s hand to leave.
His handwriting-the only prop in the scene that has remained exactly the same. She time travels.
She realizes she never forgot his handwriting.
That not everything has to be nurtured to stay alive.
That nothing actually dies.
