Cinema captures the moments that make us human.
They have no memories, no plans. Time builds itself painlessly around them. As landmarks they have the very taste of this moment they live. There are scribblings on the walls. Later on they are in a garden. He remembers there are gardens..
They walk in the park and come across a display showing a section cut through the trunk of a giant Sequoia tree. They study its rings of growth, marked with historical dates. She pronounces an English word he doesn’t understand. He indicates a point in space outside the circumference of the tree, and, - as if in a dream - hears himself say:"
“This, is where I come from…”
"'Course I'm respectable. I'm old. Politicians, ugly buildings, and whores all get respectable if they last long enough."