I've seen the very film multiple times. So perfectly written!
The years have gone by—carelessly tumbling over themselves in a mad rush to finish the decade. A chronological cartoon with the days flashing by… each a cel in time’s flipbook. Each growing brittle and yellowing about the edges. The Main Feature, after all, is the here & now. And I watch it (occasionally) in my mind’s eye. Second row. Center. Seeing her husband put on a few pounds. Imagining her children celebrating their academic rites-of-passage. Hoping her daydreams and free form reminiscences find the frame into which I was once so brilliantly painted. We both shone. I thought the image was indelible. But the story plays out—20 frames per second and 60 beats per minutes. I’d at least like a cameo. The all but forgotten lover who deftly spins out a new story line we both escape into at the end of the second reel. Fade to black. It’s callous and childish, I know. But everyone goes to the movies. |
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