Moments

“Then the children went to bed, or at least went upstairs, and the men joined the women for a cigarette on the porch, absently picking ticks engorged like grapes off the sleeping dogs. And when the men kissed the women good night, and their weekend whiskers scratched the women’s cheeks, the women did not think shave, they thought stay.”

Weekend – by Amy Hempel

Under the Skin by Jonathan Glazer

mud

 

Mud by Jeff Nicholls

“All the men like my uncle who had the boats stood around the edges of the barge away from the big green tarps, away from their boats they could not look at, and as far away from each other as they could without falling over into the boiling water. They stood watching for faces of boiled-over people to come up to just below surface like they sometimes did, like they just wanted to sneak a peak before slipping back under.”

On the Rope by Mark Richard

Requiem for a Dream by Darren Aronofsky

“Trousers rolled to the knee but still they got wet. They tied the rope to a cleat at the rear of the boat and rowed back across the lake, jerking the stump slowly behind them. By then it was already evening. Just the slow periodic rack and shuffle of the oarlocks. The lake dark glass and windowlights coming on along the shore. A radio somewhere. Neither of them had spoken a word. This was the perfect day of childhood. This is the day to shape the days upon.”

The Road by Cormac McCarthy

underneath the roses

Underneath the Roses by Gregory Crewdson

Happy Go Lucky by Mike Leigh

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