Instead of a physical dimension, I decided to let the other dimension happen in your mind. Take yesterday’s generational image, and here’s a recent story. It’s real, by the way:
Hannah thinks she’s constantly being filmed by pilots through all windows, anywhere she goes. Her life is being shown on channel 32. Every weekend, she takes out her photo albums, and reminisces about the past. See, this is me with friends on the beach. Look at my long hair. Those were the best days. You can also see it on TV, she says. You know how to find it. And stop asking all these questions. You don’t know how to find it? C’mon, stop pretending. I’m sick of your questions.
Rebecca can’t hear. And nana can’t remember.