The man has actually come to tell his lover that he wants to leave her but as soon as he walks in he realises he won't be able to tell her. The woman rolls a joint. They smoke it. And as they drift into another state of mind he approaches the border zones between being and nonbeing between living and imagining. Or is it between life and death?
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