I was sure I’d never see him again. The summer people? They come in, they leave, they barely even notice us, the ones who wait their tables or bait their lines. We might as well be traffic lights to them. Stop signs, lamp posts. We blend into the scenery. I thought it’d be the same with him. For all I knew, he was already gone.
[The Affair + 1.02]
There’s this hypothesis in theoretical physics that I used to love back at school, about time travel. About what would happen if you could travel back in time and make a different choice in your past, how that would affect your life in the future. So the theory goes that, um, your true life, your first life, continues as it is, unchanged, but at the moment of decision, a new life splits off along a tangent into a parallel universe. So you could, in a way live both lives.