Marked by time.

“He recited his lesson: because humanity had survived, it could not refuse to its own past the means of its survival. This sophism was taken for Fate in disguise.” (La jetée, Chris Marker, 1962).

Every time that he would come, he would leave her in a pile of happiness and she would wait for the sun to rise. He was her death and her life.

Every time, after he was gone, she had the same thought:

If only things could stay like this, then nothing would have to change.

Another day, another possibility for tragedy and comedy.