What it felt like to be there in the dream with you: sometimes, when I’m on the subway, I glance out the window and watch another train pulling up across the platform alongside mine. We are speeding up to depart, and this other train is slowing down to arrive, but for a moment—a fraction of a second—both trains are flowing together at the same speed. There is a floating in that time, a suspension, and a realization that two entities that are moving in the same direction at separate speeds can be in the same place, even if it is just in the time it takes to exhale.
This is my train, and that is your train.
And time, like most things, is relative and pliable. Can that moment when we’re in the same place at the same speed be stretched into a lifetime?