The woman smiled. "Why would you want a copy? A copy is just a ghost. If today were exactly like yesterday, you wouldn't actually be living today—you’d just be remembering it."
"It’s different today," she said, nodding toward the water. nic_dwa_razy_w_szymborska
"It’s always different," Marek complained. "That’s the problem. I’m trying to get back to how it was." The woman smiled
Marek lived his life as if he were waiting for a replay. He would sit by the same bend of the Vistula River every Tuesday, hoping to feel the exact same rush of peace he had felt one summer afternoon years ago. He wore the same wool coat, brought the same thermos of bitter coffee, and tried to think the same thoughts. " she said