The magnetic fields

It was 1994 and I was 13 years old. Her name was María and she was the clerk of my video store. One day I went to return some tapes I found her doing something strange and I got scared. I left the store. The next day I went back but she was gone. The video store had closed forever.

I didn’t know more about María until, years later, I heard that she had disappeared in a fire, just the same year that I had last seen her.

The Magnetic Fields tries to reconstruct the routines and swings of this girl and does so from some memories, with speculations and half-truths, with an intimate approach and fragmentary style.