Dreams Of A Life - 2011 - 7/10

Documentary about a woman’s corpse, found in her London bedsit.
She had died three years earlier, Christmas presents around her, telly still running.
Three years. How could anyone be so forgotten?
Interviews with old friends and coworkers served to remind us by what slender threads we hang onto each other.
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I had written dozens of stories about a previous workplace.
Almost everyone gave me permission to continue using their first names. Many were now successful, a few famous.
I couldn’t find one person, though. None of us could. It was as if she had vanished.
At a recent party, R said, “Some people don’t want to be found.”
While watching Dreams Of A Life, I remembered my old colleague, the one who slipped away.
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