The Seventh Wave, Episode 38
There is nothing to do except to take the days as they come and get through them in the best way possible. They have coffee together every morning and discuss their food for the day. Then they separate. She runs on the beach, meditates, works on the jigsaw, and is beset by terrors, fears that there may never be another movie made in the history of the world. He goes into his work room and writes, coming out around noon to prepare lunch and again around five to make dinner. They eat early and in the evenings there are old movies to re-watch. She can’t understand how he manages to shut the news out of his awareness so completely. While she is beset by insomniac hallucinations, ghost fires, helicopters, and the warnings, as the air thickens, of a gathering storm - the weather reports speak of a tropical storm in the Atlantic that may strengthen in a day or so into a hurricane - he goes about his day as if nothing was the matter with anything, as if the idea of the real, the solid foundation upon which our sense of reality stands, is still an unshakable rock, whereas she knows that it has fractured and crumbled and may never be rebuilt. Right now, when everyone is lost in their own kind of forced privacy, this probably doesn’t matter. But in the end it will. The house of their renewed relationship is built on this weak foundation. The knowledge makes her sad, but she keeps her sadness to herself.