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Surprise! We have absolutely no idea what Mitzy’s tuesday from two weeks ago was like! So we’ll just make things up…
We can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past. All right, here comes the fiction!
During his first few weeks in the city Mitzy was generally turned around. She arrived in the middle of a rainy, eerily warm autumn, and when she emerged from the trains station onto streets smoking with steam, and covered with dribbles of red light, it was often without knowing north from south. She would ask directions of a man and later on in another part of town believe she recognized that man’s face. But there are perhaps fewer faces to go around in a large city than there are people, and she could not be sure. The end!
