[Script Info] Title: [Events] Format: Layer, Start, End, Style, Name, MarginL, MarginR, MarginV, Effect, Text Dialogue: 0,0:00:00.61,0:00:05.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,(Singing) I see the moon.\NThe moon sees me. Dialogue: 0,0:00:06.30,0:00:11.56,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The moon sees somebody that I don't see. Dialogue: 0,0:00:12.71,0:00:18.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,God bless the moon, and God bless me. Dialogue: 0,0:00:19.24,0:00:24.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And God bless the somebody\Nthat I don't see. Dialogue: 0,0:00:25.67,0:00:31.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,If I get to heaven, before you do, Dialogue: 0,0:00:31.99,0:00:37.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I'll make a hole and pull you through. Dialogue: 0,0:00:38.08,0:00:43.55,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I'll write your name on every star, Dialogue: 0,0:00:44.06,0:00:46.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and that way the world Dialogue: 0,0:00:47.36,0:00:50.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,won't seem so far. Dialogue: 0,0:00:51.08,0:00:54.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The astronaut will not be at work today. Dialogue: 0,0:00:55.11,0:00:56.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He has called in sick. Dialogue: 0,0:00:56.79,0:01:01.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He has turned off his cell phone,\Nhis laptop, his pager, his alarm clock. Dialogue: 0,0:01:01.94,0:01:05.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There is a fat yellow cat\Nasleep on his couch, Dialogue: 0,0:01:05.12,0:01:06.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,raindrops against the window Dialogue: 0,0:01:06.88,0:01:10.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and not even the hint\Nof coffee in the kitchen air. Dialogue: 0,0:01:10.62,0:01:11.87,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Everybody is in a tizzy. Dialogue: 0,0:01:11.90,0:01:15.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The engineers on the 15th floor have\Nstopped working on their particle machine. Dialogue: 0,0:01:15.87,0:01:17.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The anti-gravity room is leaking, Dialogue: 0,0:01:17.67,0:01:19.55,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and even the freckled kid with glasses, Dialogue: 0,0:01:19.57,0:01:22.25,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,whose only job is to take\Nout the trash, is nervous, Dialogue: 0,0:01:22.27,0:01:24.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,fumbles the bag, spills\Na banana peel and a paper cup. Dialogue: 0,0:01:25.00,0:01:26.42,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Nobody notices. Dialogue: 0,0:01:26.45,0:01:29.87,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,They are too busy recalculating\Nwhat this all mean for lost time. Dialogue: 0,0:01:29.90,0:01:31.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,How many galaxies\Nare we losing per second? Dialogue: 0,0:01:31.95,0:01:34.00,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,How long before next rocket\Ncan be launched? Dialogue: 0,0:01:34.03,0:01:36.90,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Somewhere an electron\Nflies off its energy cloud. Dialogue: 0,0:01:36.92,0:01:38.89,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A black hole has erupted. Dialogue: 0,0:01:38.91,0:01:41.21,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A mother finishes setting\Nthe table for dinner. Dialogue: 0,0:01:41.24,0:01:43.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A Law & Order marathon is starting. Dialogue: 0,0:01:43.32,0:01:45.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The astronaut is asleep. Dialogue: 0,0:01:45.57,0:01:47.47,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He has forgotten to turn off his watch, Dialogue: 0,0:01:47.50,0:01:50.25,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,which ticks, like a metal\Npulse against his wrist. Dialogue: 0,0:01:50.27,0:01:51.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He does not hear it. Dialogue: 0,0:01:51.87,0:01:54.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He dreams of coral reefs and plankton. Dialogue: 0,0:01:54.94,0:01:58.08,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His fingers find\Nthe pillowcase's sailing masts. Dialogue: 0,0:01:58.10,0:02:01.17,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He turns on his side,\Nopens his eyes at once. Dialogue: 0,0:02:01.20,0:02:05.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He thinks that scuba divers must have\Nthe most wonderful job in the world. Dialogue: 0,0:02:05.95,0:02:08.79,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So much water to glide through! Dialogue: 0,0:02:11.07,0:02:16.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,(Applause) Dialogue: 0,0:02:16.32,0:02:18.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Thank you. Dialogue: 0,0:02:18.13,0:02:22.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When I was little, I could\Nnot understand the concept Dialogue: 0,0:02:22.100,0:02:25.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that you could only live one life. Dialogue: 0,0:02:25.56,0:02:27.14,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I don't mean this metaphorically. Dialogue: 0,0:02:27.16,0:02:30.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I mean, I literally thought\Nthat I was going to get to do Dialogue: 0,0:02:30.43,0:02:32.48,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,everything there was to do Dialogue: 0,0:02:32.50,0:02:35.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and be everything there was to be. Dialogue: 0,0:02:35.12,0:02:36.53,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It was only a matter of time. Dialogue: 0,0:02:36.90,0:02:39.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And there was no limitation\Nbased on age or gender Dialogue: 0,0:02:39.95,0:02:43.03,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or race or even appropriate time period. Dialogue: 0,0:02:43.06,0:02:46.51,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I was sure that I was going\Nto actually experience Dialogue: 0,0:02:46.53,0:02:50.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what it felt like to be a leader\Nof the civil rights movement Dialogue: 0,0:02:50.35,0:02:53.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or a ten-year old boy living\Non a farm during the dust bowl Dialogue: 0,0:02:54.01,0:02:57.63,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or an emperor of the Tang\Ndynasty in China. Dialogue: 0,0:02:57.65,0:02:59.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,My mom says that when people asked me Dialogue: 0,0:02:59.68,0:03:03.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what I wanted to be when I grew up,\Nmy typical response was: Dialogue: 0,0:03:03.28,0:03:05.05,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,princess-ballerina-astronaut. Dialogue: 0,0:03:05.46,0:03:08.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And what she doesn't understand\Nis that I wasn't trying to invent Dialogue: 0,0:03:08.63,0:03:10.61,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,some combined super profession. Dialogue: 0,0:03:10.63,0:03:14.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I was listing things I thought\NI was gonna get to be: Dialogue: 0,0:03:14.04,0:03:17.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a princess and a ballerina\Nand an astronaut. Dialogue: 0,0:03:17.12,0:03:19.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and I'm pretty sure the list\Nprobably went on from there. Dialogue: 0,0:03:19.88,0:03:21.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I usually just got cut off. Dialogue: 0,0:03:21.90,0:03:24.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It was never a question\Nof if I was gonna get to do something Dialogue: 0,0:03:24.80,0:03:26.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,so much of a question of when. Dialogue: 0,0:03:27.28,0:03:29.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I was sure that if I was going\Nto do everything, Dialogue: 0,0:03:29.78,0:03:32.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that it probably meant I had\Nto move pretty quickly, Dialogue: 0,0:03:32.24,0:03:34.48,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,because there was a lot\Nof stuff I needed to do. Dialogue: 0,0:03:34.51,0:03:36.78,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So my life was constantly\Nin a state of rushing. Dialogue: 0,0:03:36.80,0:03:38.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I was always scared\Nthat I was falling behind. Dialogue: 0,0:03:38.99,0:03:42.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And since I grew up\Nin New York City, as far as I could tell, Dialogue: 0,0:03:42.40,0:03:44.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,rushing was pretty normal. Dialogue: 0,0:03:45.13,0:03:48.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But, as I grew up, I had\Nthis sinking realization, Dialogue: 0,0:03:49.11,0:03:53.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I wasn't gonna get to live\Nany more than one life. Dialogue: 0,0:03:53.42,0:03:56.43,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I only knew what it felt like\Nto be a teenage girl Dialogue: 0,0:03:56.45,0:03:57.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,in New York City, Dialogue: 0,0:03:57.63,0:03:59.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,not a teenage boy in New Zealand, Dialogue: 0,0:03:59.94,0:04:03.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,not a prom queen in Kansas. Dialogue: 0,0:04:03.04,0:04:04.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I only got to see through my lens. Dialogue: 0,0:04:04.99,0:04:08.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And it was around this time\Nthat I became obsessed with stories, Dialogue: 0,0:04:08.32,0:04:11.45,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,because it was through stories\Nthat I was able to see Dialogue: 0,0:04:11.47,0:04:15.19,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,through someone else's lens,\Nhowever briefly or imperfectly. Dialogue: 0,0:04:15.59,0:04:18.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I started craving hearing\Nother people's experiences Dialogue: 0,0:04:18.72,0:04:22.29,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,because I was so jealous\Nthat there were entire lives Dialogue: 0,0:04:22.31,0:04:24.00,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I was never gonna get to live, Dialogue: 0,0:04:24.03,0:04:26.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and I wanted to hear\Nabout everything that I was missing. Dialogue: 0,0:04:26.73,0:04:28.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And by transitive property, Dialogue: 0,0:04:28.04,0:04:31.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I realized that some people\Nwere never gonna get to experience Dialogue: 0,0:04:31.30,0:04:33.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what it felt like to be a teenage girl\Nin New York city. Dialogue: 0,0:04:34.00,0:04:35.91,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Which meant that they weren't gonna know Dialogue: 0,0:04:35.93,0:04:39.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what the subway ride\Nafter your first kiss feels like, Dialogue: 0,0:04:39.18,0:04:41.100,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or how quiet it gets when its snows. Dialogue: 0,0:04:42.02,0:04:44.63,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I wanted them to know,\NI wanted to tell them. Dialogue: 0,0:04:44.66,0:04:47.08,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And this became the focus of my obsession. Dialogue: 0,0:04:47.11,0:04:50.73,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I busied myself telling stories\Nand sharing stories and collecting them. Dialogue: 0,0:04:50.76,0:04:52.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And it's not until recently Dialogue: 0,0:04:52.77,0:04:57.08,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I realized that\NI can't always rush poetry. Dialogue: 0,0:04:57.67,0:05:01.00,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In April for National Poetry Month,\Nthere's this challenge Dialogue: 0,0:05:01.03,0:05:04.15,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that many poets in the poetry\Ncommunity participate in, Dialogue: 0,0:05:04.17,0:05:06.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and its called the 30/30 Challenge. Dialogue: 0,0:05:06.55,0:05:09.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The idea is you write a new poem Dialogue: 0,0:05:09.30,0:05:12.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,every single day\Nfor the entire month of April. Dialogue: 0,0:05:12.92,0:05:14.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And last year, I tried it\Nfor the first time Dialogue: 0,0:05:14.100,0:05:19.15,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and was thrilled by the efficiency\Nat which I was able to produce poetry. Dialogue: 0,0:05:19.76,0:05:23.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But at the end of the month, I looked\Nback at these 30 poems I had written Dialogue: 0,0:05:23.40,0:05:27.42,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and discovered that they were\Nall trying to tell the same story, Dialogue: 0,0:05:27.44,0:05:32.25,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,it had just taken me 30 tries to figure\Nout the way that it wanted to be told. Dialogue: 0,0:05:32.28,0:05:36.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I realized that this is probably true\Nof other stories on an even larger scale. Dialogue: 0,0:05:36.22,0:05:38.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I have stories that I have\Ntried to tell for years, Dialogue: 0,0:05:38.67,0:05:43.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,rewriting and rewriting and constantly\Nsearching for the right words. Dialogue: 0,0:05:43.08,0:05:46.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There's a French poet and essayist\Nby the name of Paul Valéry Dialogue: 0,0:05:46.39,0:05:49.87,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,who said a poem is never\Nfinished, it is only abandoned. Dialogue: 0,0:05:50.18,0:05:51.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And this terrifies me Dialogue: 0,0:05:51.35,0:05:54.73,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,because it implies that I could keep\Nre-editing and rewriting forever Dialogue: 0,0:05:54.76,0:05:58.21,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and its up to me to decide\Nwhen a poem is finished Dialogue: 0,0:05:58.23,0:06:00.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and when I can walk away from it. Dialogue: 0,0:06:00.98,0:06:03.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And this goes directly against\Nmy very obsessive nature Dialogue: 0,0:06:03.71,0:06:07.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to try to find the right answer\Nand the perfect words and the right form. Dialogue: 0,0:06:07.35,0:06:09.43,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I use poetry in my life, Dialogue: 0,0:06:09.46,0:06:12.17,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,as a way to help me navigate\Nand work through things. Dialogue: 0,0:06:12.19,0:06:15.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But just because I end the poem,\Ndoesn't mean that I've solved Dialogue: 0,0:06:15.42,0:06:17.41,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what it was I was puzzling through. Dialogue: 0,0:06:18.00,0:06:19.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I like to revisit old poetry Dialogue: 0,0:06:19.86,0:06:23.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,because it shows me exactly\Nwhere I was at that moment Dialogue: 0,0:06:23.70,0:06:25.61,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and what it was I was trying to navigate Dialogue: 0,0:06:25.64,0:06:27.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the words that I chose to help me. Dialogue: 0,0:06:28.47,0:06:29.82,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Now, I have a story Dialogue: 0,0:06:29.84,0:06:32.69,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I've been stumbling\Nover for years and years Dialogue: 0,0:06:32.72,0:06:35.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and I'm not sure if I've found\Nthe perfect form, Dialogue: 0,0:06:35.39,0:06:37.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or whether this is just one attempt Dialogue: 0,0:06:37.41,0:06:41.15,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and I will try to rewrite it later\Nin search of a better way to tell it. Dialogue: 0,0:06:41.18,0:06:44.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But I do know that later, when I look back Dialogue: 0,0:06:44.20,0:06:48.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I will be able to know that\Nthis is where I was at this moment Dialogue: 0,0:06:48.22,0:06:50.42,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and this is what I was trying to navigate, Dialogue: 0,0:06:50.45,0:06:53.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with these words, here,\Nin this room, with you. Dialogue: 0,0:06:56.10,0:06:57.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So -- Dialogue: 0,0:06:58.65,0:07:00.15,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Smile. Dialogue: 0,0:07:05.31,0:07:06.79,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It didn't always work this way. Dialogue: 0,0:07:07.87,0:07:10.28,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There's a time you had\Nto get your hands dirty. Dialogue: 0,0:07:10.30,0:07:14.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When you were in the dark,\Nfor most of it, fumbling was a given. Dialogue: 0,0:07:14.42,0:07:17.81,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,If you needed more\Ncontrast, more saturation, Dialogue: 0,0:07:17.84,0:07:19.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,darker darks and brighter brights, Dialogue: 0,0:07:19.96,0:07:22.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,they called it extended development. Dialogue: 0,0:07:22.68,0:07:25.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It meant you spent longer inhaling\Nchemicals, longer up to your wrist. Dialogue: 0,0:07:26.01,0:07:27.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It wasn't always easy. Dialogue: 0,0:07:27.94,0:07:30.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Grandpa Stewart was a Navy photographer. Dialogue: 0,0:07:30.73,0:07:33.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Young, red-faced\Nwith his sleeves rolled up, Dialogue: 0,0:07:33.70,0:07:36.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,fists of fingers like fat rolls of coins, Dialogue: 0,0:07:36.35,0:07:39.17,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he looked like Popeye\Nthe sailor man come to life. Dialogue: 0,0:07:39.20,0:07:41.61,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Crooked smile, tuft of chest hair, Dialogue: 0,0:07:41.64,0:07:45.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he showed up to World War II,\Nwith a smirk and a hobby. Dialogue: 0,0:07:45.04,0:07:47.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When they asked him if he knew\Nmuch about photography, Dialogue: 0,0:07:47.73,0:07:51.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he lied, learned to read\NEurope like a map, Dialogue: 0,0:07:51.04,0:07:54.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,upside down, from the height\Nof a fighter plane, Dialogue: 0,0:07:54.26,0:07:56.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,camera snapping, eyelids flapping Dialogue: 0,0:07:56.78,0:07:58.100,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the darkest darks and brightest brights. Dialogue: 0,0:07:59.02,0:08:02.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He learned war like he could\Nread his way home. Dialogue: 0,0:08:02.52,0:08:05.62,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When other men returned,\Nthey would put their weapons out to rest, Dialogue: 0,0:08:05.65,0:08:08.28,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but he brought the lenses\Nand the cameras home with him. Dialogue: 0,0:08:08.30,0:08:11.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Opened a shop, turned it\Ninto a family affair. Dialogue: 0,0:08:11.39,0:08:14.81,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,My father was born into this\Nworld of black and white. Dialogue: 0,0:08:14.83,0:08:18.00,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His basketball hands learned\Nthe tiny clicks and slides Dialogue: 0,0:08:18.02,0:08:20.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,of lens into frame, film into camera, Dialogue: 0,0:08:20.62,0:08:22.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,chemical into plastic bin. Dialogue: 0,0:08:22.12,0:08:24.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His father knew the equipment\Nbut not the art. Dialogue: 0,0:08:25.31,0:08:27.15,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He knew the darks but not the brights. Dialogue: 0,0:08:27.18,0:08:30.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,My father learned the magic,\Nspent his time following light. Dialogue: 0,0:08:30.87,0:08:34.51,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Once he traveled across the country\Nto follow a forest fire, Dialogue: 0,0:08:34.53,0:08:37.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,hunted it with his camera for a week. Dialogue: 0,0:08:37.93,0:08:39.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Follow the light," he said. Dialogue: 0,0:08:39.70,0:08:40.87,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Follow the light." Dialogue: 0,0:08:40.90,0:08:44.07,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There are parts of me\NI only recognize from photographs. Dialogue: 0,0:08:44.10,0:08:46.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The loft on Wooster Street\Nwith the creaky hallways, Dialogue: 0,0:08:46.82,0:08:49.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the twelve-foot ceilings,\Nwhite walls and cold floors. Dialogue: 0,0:08:49.55,0:08:52.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This was my mother's home,\Nbefore she was mother. Dialogue: 0,0:08:52.37,0:08:55.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Before she was wife, she was artist. Dialogue: 0,0:08:55.25,0:08:56.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And the only two rooms in the house, Dialogue: 0,0:08:57.02,0:08:59.55,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with walls that reached\Nall the way up to the ceiling, Dialogue: 0,0:08:59.57,0:09:01.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and doors that opened and closed, Dialogue: 0,0:09:01.18,0:09:03.44,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,were the bathroom and the darkroom. Dialogue: 0,0:09:03.81,0:09:05.89,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The darkroom she built herself, Dialogue: 0,0:09:05.92,0:09:10.51,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with custom-made stainless steel sinks,\Nan 8x10 bed enlarger Dialogue: 0,0:09:10.54,0:09:12.95,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that moved up and down\Nby a giant hand crank, Dialogue: 0,0:09:12.97,0:09:14.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a bank of color-balanced lights, Dialogue: 0,0:09:14.68,0:09:16.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a white glass wall for viewing prints, Dialogue: 0,0:09:16.67,0:09:19.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a drying rack that moved\Nin and out from the wall. Dialogue: 0,0:09:19.03,0:09:21.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,My mother built herself a darkroom. Dialogue: 0,0:09:21.14,0:09:22.41,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Made it her home. Dialogue: 0,0:09:22.43,0:09:25.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Fell in love with a man\Nwith basketball hands, Dialogue: 0,0:09:25.12,0:09:26.100,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with the way he looked at light. Dialogue: 0,0:09:27.38,0:09:29.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,They got married. Had a baby. Dialogue: 0,0:09:29.48,0:09:31.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Moved to a house near a park. Dialogue: 0,0:09:31.70,0:09:33.61,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But they kept the loft on Wooster Street Dialogue: 0,0:09:33.63,0:09:36.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,for birthday parties and treasure hunts. Dialogue: 0,0:09:36.21,0:09:38.61,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The baby tipped the grayscale, Dialogue: 0,0:09:38.63,0:09:42.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,filled her parents' photo albums\Nwith red balloons and yellow icing. Dialogue: 0,0:09:42.29,0:09:45.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The baby grew into a girl\Nwithout freckles, Dialogue: 0,0:09:45.09,0:09:46.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with a crooked smile, Dialogue: 0,0:09:46.60,0:09:51.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,who didn’t understand why her friends\Ndid not have darkrooms in their houses, Dialogue: 0,0:09:51.09,0:09:52.100,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,who never saw her parents kiss, Dialogue: 0,0:09:53.02,0:09:54.55,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,who never saw them hold hands. Dialogue: 0,0:09:55.01,0:09:56.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But one day, another baby showed up. Dialogue: 0,0:09:56.77,0:09:59.95,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This one with perfect straight\Nhair and bubble gum cheeks. Dialogue: 0,0:09:59.98,0:10:01.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,They named him sweet potato. Dialogue: 0,0:10:01.62,0:10:03.56,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When he laughed, he laughed so loudly Dialogue: 0,0:10:03.58,0:10:05.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he scared the pigeons on the fire escape Dialogue: 0,0:10:05.76,0:10:08.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And the four of them lived\Nin that house near the park. Dialogue: 0,0:10:08.76,0:10:11.32,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The girl with no freckles,\Nthe sweet potato boy, Dialogue: 0,0:10:11.34,0:10:13.47,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the basketball father and darkroom mother Dialogue: 0,0:10:13.49,0:10:16.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and they lit their candles\Nand said their prayers, Dialogue: 0,0:10:16.14,0:10:18.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the corners of the photographs curled. Dialogue: 0,0:10:18.96,0:10:21.47,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,One day, some towers fell. Dialogue: 0,0:10:21.49,0:10:25.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And the house near the park\Nbecame a house under ash, so they escaped Dialogue: 0,0:10:25.24,0:10:28.51,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,in backpacks, on bicycles to darkrooms Dialogue: 0,0:10:28.53,0:10:31.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But the loft of Wooster Street\Nwas built for an artist, Dialogue: 0,0:10:31.38,0:10:34.14,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,not a family of pigeons, Dialogue: 0,0:10:34.16,0:10:37.53,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and walls that do not reach the ceiling\Ndo not hold in the yelling Dialogue: 0,0:10:37.56,0:10:41.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the man with basketball hands\Nput his weapons out to rest. Dialogue: 0,0:10:41.82,0:10:45.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He could not fight this war,\Nand no maps pointed home. Dialogue: 0,0:10:45.44,0:10:47.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His hands no longer fit his camera, Dialogue: 0,0:10:47.66,0:10:49.25,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,no longer fit his wife's, Dialogue: 0,0:10:49.28,0:10:50.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,no longer fit his body. Dialogue: 0,0:10:51.30,0:10:53.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The sweet potato boy mashed\Nhis fists into his mouth Dialogue: 0,0:10:54.01,0:10:55.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,until he had nothing more to say. Dialogue: 0,0:10:55.60,0:10:58.90,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So, the girl without freckles\Nwent treasure hunting on her own. Dialogue: 0,0:10:59.50,0:11:02.91,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And on Wooster Street, in a building\Nwith the creaky hallways Dialogue: 0,0:11:02.93,0:11:04.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the loft with the 12-foot ceilings Dialogue: 0,0:11:04.78,0:11:06.75,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the darkroom with too many sinks Dialogue: 0,0:11:06.78,0:11:09.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,under the color-balanced lights,\Nshe found a note, Dialogue: 0,0:11:09.32,0:11:13.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,tacked to the wall with a thumb-tack,\Nleft over from a time before towers, Dialogue: 0,0:11:13.93,0:11:16.56,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,from the time before babies. Dialogue: 0,0:11:16.59,0:11:21.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And the note said: "A guy sure loves\Nthe girl who works in the darkroom." Dialogue: 0,0:11:22.76,0:11:25.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It was a year before my father\Npicked up a camera again. Dialogue: 0,0:11:26.24,0:11:28.78,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His first time out, he followed\Nthe Christmas lights, Dialogue: 0,0:11:28.80,0:11:31.28,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,dotting their way through\NNew York City's trees, Dialogue: 0,0:11:31.31,0:11:36.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,tiny dots of light, blinking out at him\Nfrom out of the darkest darks. Dialogue: 0,0:11:36.03,0:11:39.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A year later he traveled\Nacross the country to follow a forest fire Dialogue: 0,0:11:39.95,0:11:42.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,stayed for a week hunting\Nit with his camera, Dialogue: 0,0:11:42.49,0:11:44.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,it was ravaging the West Coast Dialogue: 0,0:11:44.36,0:11:46.59,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,eating 18-wheeler trucks in its stride. Dialogue: 0,0:11:46.62,0:11:48.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,On the other side of the country, Dialogue: 0,0:11:48.22,0:11:51.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I went to class and wrote a poem\Nin the margins of my notebook. Dialogue: 0,0:11:51.60,0:11:53.56,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,We have both learned the art of capture. Dialogue: 0,0:11:54.06,0:11:56.91,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Maybe we are learning\Nthe art of embracing. Dialogue: 0,0:11:56.94,0:12:00.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Maybe we are learning\Nthe art of letting go. Dialogue: 0,0:12:01.36,0:12:06.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,(Applause)