Just finished watching Marjorie Prime. Taylor had watched it on his day off and we started it together last night. Strong performances, gorgeous music, and an intriguing, layered story line about time, love, doubt, forgiveness, and memory. Some moments were particularly difficult for me to watch, but the spirit of the film carries forgiveness and one needs to be reminded, doesn’t one?
He’s home from the job he hates, disappointed in those he mistook for friends, and has gone to bed early in this winter dark, having burned me with the assertion that even our marriage isn’t enough to offset his sorrow because what will he do when I go? Oh, time: the wave that chases me will overtake us both.