Older people are exiting this life as if it were a movie… "I didn't get it,"
they are saying.
He says, "It didn't seem to have any plot."
"No." she says, "it seemed like things just kept coming at me. Most of the
time I was confused -- and there was way too much sex and violence."
"Violence anyway," he says.
"It was not much for character development either; most of the time
people were either shouting or mumbling. Then just when someone started
to make sense and I got interested, they died. Then a whole lot of new
characters came along and I couldn't tell who was who."
"The whole thing lacked subtlety."
"Some of the scenery was nice."
"Yes."
They walk on in silence for a while. It is a summer night and they walk
slowly, stopping now and then, as if they had no particular place to go.
They walk past a streetlamp where some insects are hurling themselves at
the light, and then on down the block, fading into the darkness.
She says, "I was never happy with the way I looked."
"The lighting was bad and I was no good at dialogue," he says.
"I would have liked to have been a little taller," she says.

From North of the Cities (Will o' the Wisp Books, 2007) © Louis Jenkins.
Used with the author's permission.