A few years ago, I was waiting to see a film in the picture house, when I got talking to an older woman, who was sitting at the same table where I was drinking my tea and reading my book. She told me a story from her life, and I remember it being wonderful, cinematic.

When the time came, I duly exchanged her company for the screen. The film displaced the story she told. As soon as the credits rolled and I thought back to her, I couldnt remember a single once or when. Just an impression on the sand.