while m & w lay in bed, and she is talking about her disappointment in new orleans, and wants to leave, m tries to talk her into staying.
m: there are so many beautiful moments here.
w: they are just moments.
not.
a life.
defeatist. it made me think about the places where i've lived. all of these little moments ARE life. w's claim doesn't sit right with me. at least not for now now.
moments. they make up relationships. friendships. whateverships.
that one time he put his arm around me
that one time i lost my breath and felt a knife in my chest when our eyes met
that one time they smiled together
oh blah. anyway. moments. you catch my drift. its life.
