I can’t remember how the conversation about the book and the movie The Hours started. Maybe we were at the bookstore and have seen one of Cunningham’s books. Or maybe it was just us being random. But that conversation made me feel a bit uneasy. Not that there was anything bad happened or has been said. It just led us to the dialogue of the last scene when Woolf was about to drown herself. “Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.” There’s something about it that’s unsettling. I don’t know. It was probably the books I bought or the coffee I had with a friend.
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