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With every victory there must be some great humiliation – Eve knows this by now. She’s a born loser, and this is her crew. Mar and Jane’s final exchange is almost a lament. There is some deep psychic continuity that makes the love of your life perfect, uncanny, by your own design. How can they be real? And if they are, how long can such an unlikely thing be sustained? It’s a question that deserves to be both soberly considered, and fully taken for granted. |
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Where is Hanna’s Captain Bee Fart tattoo? I remember it as a tramp stamp…
This a great moment, BTW, a metaphor for life and the things we remember and why they are memorable.
"In the middle of a huge party" is definitely not the time for sober consideration. Jane's got it right, here!
I think you should write a memoir. All this commentary hits me right in the heartbrain, like a conversation with a very old, very dear friend. Thank you
This is such a young 20's thing… Let's all climb on the rickety stage, without considering whether it will take the load of 40 people jumping up and down in unison while partying.
Or maybe it's because I'm an engineer who has studied and lived and breathed load-bearing capacities for about half my adult life. 😀