La Jetée

This is the story of a man marked by an image from his childhood.

Nothing distinguishes memories from ordinary moments.
Only later do they become memorable
by the scars they leave.

He often wondered
if he'd really seen the image
or just invented that tender moment
to counter the moments of maddness
to follow.

Now he only waited to be executed,
with a memory of a twice-lived moment in time
somewhere inside him.

He ran toward her.
And when he recognized the man who'd trailed him from the camp,
he realized there was no escape out of time,
and that that moment he'd been granted to see as a child,
and that had obsessed him forever after...
was the moment of his own death.

Robotique by laflaneuse