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My Grandmother was my best friend, a role model. I lost her too soon, age thirteen. I often regarded her as a peer and dreamt of what it would be like to have lived our lives side by side. The night before her funeral I dreamt that my grandmother visited me. We embarked on a bus journey, however, what was once a frail elderly woman, was now a sprightly twenty year old. Nothing had changed, we spoke of family, life, and memories. Most importantly, we laughed, cried and simply enjoyed each other's company. As the bus came to a stop, she turned around and said that this was her stop, that it was just me that had the journey ahead. Her time was up. I spent the entirety of her funeral thinking of that dream. I even went up to her casket and begged her to explain it to me. Upon reflection I realised that not once did I have the opportunity to tell her that I missed her or loved her. I didn't get to ask all the questions that I wished I had when she was alive. I always thought that a last moment with someone would be spent getting closure on open-ended conversations. However, this dream wasn’t a moment saturated with bygones that should remain in the past, but a moment spent in the present. This film, therefore, intends to capture the universal need of one more moment. It supersedes the complexity of today's human interactions and takes us back to the joy of simply being in one's presence. An end of infinity.
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