"..., Like I'm obsessed with little things. Maybe I'm crazy, but... When I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why... I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk, or... ants, crossing the road... the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk... Little things. I think it's the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to each other, that move me, and that I miss, and... will always miss. Like I remember the way... your beard has a little bit of red in it. And how the sun was making it glow that morning. I remember that, and... I missed it. I'm really crazy, right? "
