We get out of the car, and I see that we are at a park. I don’t worry about anyone noticing my clothes from 2018. The sky is glowing, and it’s like everything around us is dripping paint. Then, the paint starts moving, and it’s like God is painting around us. The trees turn blue and the grass turns purple. The whole sky is the beautiful orange of sunset. I feel faint, and Ming leads me to a golden park bench.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“I’m fine. It’s just too much for now,” I didn’t think that things would have changed this much.

“Do you want us to go? It’s supposed to help, but if it’s making things worse we can go back,” Mingxia says with a worried look on her face.

‘”Well, you are throwing me into the deep end. However, I think from here I should be prepared for most things. Plus, if I am dreaming, then I will regret missing this,” I say, still taking everything in.

Mingxia smiles and squeezes my hand, “This second part is important.”

A photograph is projected into the sky. It is a room with white curtains dragging on polished wooden tiles. There is a tall feather duster leaning on its side against the corner. There is also a coat hanger, which reminds me of the reindeer from the series Hannibal. There are trees outside the window, dancing behind the curtains. There is a clock with Energizer batteries on the back. It’s on top of the door leading to the kitchen.

We are seeing this from the point of view of a woman sitting on a table with her feet placed on the white chair. Her toenails are painted powder blue, and she is wearing a green bikini. We see her arms and the bottom of her nose.

“This is the apartment I lived in when I was in Johannesburg,” I say, completely perplexed.

“Yeah, she used a tiny high-resolution camera and placed it on the eyelid margin of her left eye. It’s like someone looking outside the curtain. Even she was not seeing the room like we see it now,” Mingxia explains.

“What do you mean? She was not seeing from this position?” I am confused.

“Well, her own iris is about a centimetre above where she put the camera. This changes her perspective,” she says.

“And the difference is that significant?” I ask.

“Maybe not, but I just think it’s interesting,” Mingxia smiles.

I feel like I’ve been holding something in and it wants to burst out of my heart, “Ming, I need to see my family.”

“You want to go back to South Africa?” she asks.

“I feel like I have to. I mean, my family is there,” I tell her.

“Your family is not in South Africa, Ngelosi. They are up there,” She says looking up at the image which has transformed once again. Now, it’s filled with stars.

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