The scene is torn in half when another memory coalesces around Robbie, and half of the apartment becomes a spacious kitchen torn out of a magazine spread. The kitchen is bigger than the half of the apartment that remains, so the rooms don’t align. Properly and it’s a bit of a mind bending experience to look at the walls where the two memories meet. It’s easier to look at the conjoined table.
At the 20th century end, a much younger Robbie, skinny and mulleted, is sitting with a styrofoam sandwich box, carton of fries, and a soda with a unpacked McDonald’s bag across from him. He keeps looking over at the clock. From the condensation pooling around the cup, it’s been there for some time. Eventually, he sighs and starts into his food.
Off to the side, Robbie himself is standing with his arms crossed, with a look of intense concentration on his face. He tried to force a different memory to be shared because he hates intruding on other people’s trauma. This was the first thing he thought of, but it didn’t seem to work as he wanted. Making the best of it, he jokes, “You look like you needed company.”
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At the 20th century end, a much younger Robbie, skinny and mulleted, is sitting with a styrofoam sandwich box, carton of fries, and a soda with a unpacked McDonald’s bag across from him. He keeps looking over at the clock. From the condensation pooling around the cup, it’s been there for some time. Eventually, he sighs and starts into his food.
Off to the side, Robbie himself is standing with his arms crossed, with a look of intense concentration on his face. He tried to force a different memory to be shared because he hates intruding on other people’s trauma. This was the first thing he thought of, but it didn’t seem to work as he wanted. Making the best of it, he jokes, “You look like you needed company.”