"It's all just a picture."
I asked her why.
"There's nothing real anymore. Everything is the past or tomorrow or right now, which is little more than the act of every breath fading into a memory."
She let her eyes wander into the sunset.
"I'm hoping that it blinds me today."
I couldn't speak.
It only took a second.
It only takes a second every time.
"I miss being young, when each minute was so much of your life, that being four years old took a millennium. There's something that's so aesthetically pleasing about being young."
I watched her still. She moved her eyes until they fell upwards at the darkness.
"It's all becoming night very quickly."
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