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Format: Layer, Start, End, Style, Name, MarginL, MarginR, MarginV, Effect, Text
Dialogue: 0,0:00:00.64,0:00:01.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I see the moon.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:03.21,0:00:05.50,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The moon sees me.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:06.68,0:00:08.72,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The moon sees somebody
Dialogue: 0,0:00:08.94,0:00:10.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I don't see.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:12.59,0:00:14.72,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,God bless the moon,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:15.96,0:00:17.82,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and God bless me.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:19.25,0:00:24.08,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And God bless the somebody \Nthat I don't see.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:25.54,0:00:28.39,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,If I get to heaven
Dialogue: 0,0:00:28.72,0:00:30.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,before you do,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:31.95,0:00:34.14,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I'll make a hole
Dialogue: 0,0:00:34.77,0:00:36.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and pull you through.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:37.99,0:00:40.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I'll write your name
Dialogue: 0,0:00:40.96,0:00:43.21,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,on every star.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:44.07,0:00:46.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And that way the world
Dialogue: 0,0:00:47.35,0:00:50.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,won't seem so far.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:51.20,0:00:54.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The astronaut will not be at work today.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:54.98,0:00:56.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He has called in sick.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:56.74,0:01:01.73,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He has turned off his cell phone,\Nhis laptop, his pager, his alarm clock.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:01.93,0:01:04.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There is a fat yellow cat\Nasleep on his couch,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:04.96,0:01:06.82,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,raindrops against the window
Dialogue: 0,0:01:06.86,0:01:10.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and not even the hint coffee\Nin the kitchen air.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:10.62,0:01:11.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Everybody is in a tizzy.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:11.87,0:01:15.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The engineers on the 15th floor have\Nstopped working on their particle machine.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:15.80,0:01:19.56,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The anti-gravity room is leaking,\Nand even the freckled kid with glasses,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:19.58,0:01:23.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,whose only job it is to take out the trash\Nis nervous, fumbles the bag,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:23.08,0:01:26.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,spills the banana peel and a paper cup.\NNobody notices.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:26.53,0:01:29.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,They're too busy re-calculating\Nwhat this will mean for lost time.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:29.82,0:01:31.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,How many galaxies\Nare we losing per second?
Dialogue: 0,0:01:31.97,0:01:33.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,How long before the next rocket\Ncan be launched?
Dialogue: 0,0:01:35.52,0:01:37.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Somewhere an electron\Nflies off its energy cloud.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:37.56,0:01:39.53,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A black hole has erupted.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:39.88,0:01:41.62,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A mother finishes setting\Nthe table for dinner.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:41.87,0:01:43.89,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A "Law and Order" marathon is starting.\NThe astronaut is asleep.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:45.87,0:01:48.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He has forgotten to turn off his watch\Nwhich ticks like a metal pulse
Dialogue: 0,0:01:48.16,0:01:49.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,against his wrist.\NHe does not hear it.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:50.67,0:01:51.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He dreams of coral reefs and plankton.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:55.38,0:01:58.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His fingers find the pillow cases,\Nsailing masts.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:59.06,0:02:02.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He turns on his side, opens his eyes once.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:02.20,0:02:06.78,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He thinks that scuba divers must have\Nthe most wonderful job in the world,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:06.78,0:02:09.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,so much water to glide through.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:09.36,0:02:10.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Thank you.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:18.41,0:02:20.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When I was little,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:20.89,0:02:25.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I could not understand the concept\Nthat you could only live one life.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:25.88,0:02:27.75,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I don't mean this metaphorically --
Dialogue: 0,0:02:27.75,0:02:30.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I mean I literally thought\Nthat I was going to get to do
Dialogue: 0,0:02:30.88,0:02:35.57,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,everything there was to do\Nand be everything there was to be.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:35.57,0:02:37.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It was only a matter of time.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:37.96,0:02:38.89,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And there was no limitation
Dialogue: 0,0:02:38.89,0:02:43.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,based on age or gender or race\Nor even appropriate time period.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:43.34,0:02:47.15,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I was sure that I was\Nactually going to experience
Dialogue: 0,0:02:47.15,0:02:51.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what it felt like to be a leader\Nof the civil rights movement,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:51.12,0:02:54.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or a ten-year-old boy living on a farm\Nduring the dust bowl.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:54.54,0:02:57.50,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or an emperor\Nof the Tang dynasty in China.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:57.50,0:03:01.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,My mom says that when people asked me\Nwhat I wanted to be when I grew up,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:01.85,0:03:06.43,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,my typical response was\Nprincess, ballerina, astronaut,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:06.43,0:03:08.24,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and what she doesn't understand is that
Dialogue: 0,0:03:08.24,0:03:10.90,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I wasn't trying to invent\Nsome combined super-profession.\N
Dialogue: 0,0:03:10.90,0:03:14.47,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I was listing things I thought\NI was going to get to be,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:14.47,0:03:17.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a princess and a ballerina\Nand an astronaut.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:17.65,0:03:20.15,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I'm pretty sure the list\Nprobably went on from there --
Dialogue: 0,0:03:20.15,0:03:22.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I usually just got cut off.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:22.68,0:03:24.82,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It was never a question of if\NI was going to get to do something,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:24.82,0:03:28.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,so much as a question of when.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:28.64,0:03:30.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I was sure\Nthat if I was going to do everything
Dialogue: 0,0:03:30.71,0:03:32.57,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that it probably meant\Nthat I had to move pretty quickly
Dialogue: 0,0:03:32.57,0:03:35.07,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,because there was a lot of stuff \NI needed to do.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:35.07,0:03:36.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So my life was constantly\Nin a state of rushing.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:36.60,0:03:38.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I was always scared\Nthat I was falling behind,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:38.98,0:03:42.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and since I grew up in New York City,\Nas far as I could tell,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:42.01,0:03:46.08,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,rushing was pretty normal.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:46.08,0:03:49.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But as I grew up,\NI had this sinking realization
Dialogue: 0,0:03:49.67,0:03:54.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I wasn't going to get to live\Nany more than one life.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:54.12,0:03:58.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I only knew what it felt like\Nto be a teenaged girl in New York City,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:58.02,0:04:02.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,not a teenage boy in New Zealand,\Nnot a prom queen in Kansas.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:02.54,0:04:06.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I only got to see through my lens,\Nand it was around this time
Dialogue: 0,0:04:06.67,0:04:12.45,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I became obsessed with stories\Nbecause it was through stories
Dialogue: 0,0:04:12.45,0:04:13.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I was able to see\Nthrough someone else's lens,
Dialogue: 0,0:04:13.98,0:04:16.45,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,however briefly or imperfectly.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:16.45,0:04:19.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I started craving\Nhearing other people's experiences
Dialogue: 0,0:04:20.07,0:04:24.91,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,because I was so jealous\Nthat there were entire lives
Dialogue: 0,0:04:24.91,0:04:26.82,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I was never going to get to live
Dialogue: 0,0:04:26.82,0:04:28.44,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and I wanted to hear about everything\Nthat I was missing.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:28.44,0:04:30.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And by the transitive property,
Dialogue: 0,0:04:30.01,0:04:31.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I realized that some people were never\Ngoing to get to experience
Dialogue: 0,0:04:31.77,0:04:34.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what it felt like to be a teenage girl\Nin New York City --
Dialogue: 0,0:04:34.36,0:04:36.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,which meant that\Nthey weren't going to know
Dialogue: 0,0:04:36.66,0:04:40.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what the subway ride\Nafter your first kiss feels like
Dialogue: 0,0:04:40.16,0:04:44.39,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or how quiet it gets when it snows,\Nand I wanted them to know.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:44.39,0:04:47.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I wanted to tell them,\Nand this became the focus of my obsession.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:47.67,0:04:51.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I busied myself telling stories\Nand sharing stories and collecting them
Dialogue: 0,0:04:51.33,0:04:57.72,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and it's not until recently that I realized\Nthat I can't always rush poetry.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:57.72,0:05:00.48,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In April, the National Poetry Month,
Dialogue: 0,0:05:00.48,0:05:03.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,there's this challenge that many poets\Nin the poetry community participate in.
Dialogue: 0,0:05:03.92,0:05:07.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And it's called the 30/30 challenge.
Dialogue: 0,0:05:07.67,0:05:09.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And the idea is, you write a new poem
Dialogue: 0,0:05:09.85,0:05:13.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,every single day\Nfor the entire month of April
Dialogue: 0,0:05:13.38,0:05:15.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and last year,\NI tried it for the first time
Dialogue: 0,0:05:15.20,0:05:20.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and was thrilled by the efficiency\Nat which I was able to produce poetry.
Dialogue: 0,0:05:20.46,0:05:23.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But at the end of the month,\NI looked back at these 30 poems
Dialogue: 0,0:05:23.04,0:05:24.50,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I had written and discovered that
Dialogue: 0,0:05:24.50,0:05:27.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,they were all trying to tell\Nthe same story,
Dialogue: 0,0:05:27.71,0:05:32.82,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,it had just taken me 30 tries to figure out\Nthe way that it wanted to be told.
Dialogue: 0,0:05:32.82,0:05:35.29,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I realized that\Nthis is probably true of other stories
Dialogue: 0,0:05:35.29,0:05:36.42,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,on an even larger scale.\N
Dialogue: 0,0:05:36.42,0:05:39.07,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I have stories\Nthat I have tried to tell for years,
Dialogue: 0,0:05:39.07,0:05:42.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,re-writing and re-writing,\Nconstantly searching for the right words.
Dialogue: 0,0:05:42.54,0:05:48.81,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There's a French poet and essayist\Nby the name of Paul Valéry who said that
Dialogue: 0,0:05:48.81,0:05:51.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a poem is never finished,\Nit is only abandoned,
Dialogue: 0,0:05:51.06,0:05:52.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and this terrifies me because it implies
Dialogue: 0,0:05:52.33,0:05:54.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I could keep re-editing\Nand re-writing forever
Dialogue: 0,0:05:54.92,0:05:58.28,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and it's up to me to decide\Nwhen a poem's finished
Dialogue: 0,0:05:58.28,0:06:01.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and when I can walk away from it.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:01.33,0:06:04.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And this goes directly against\Nmy very obsessive nature
Dialogue: 0,0:06:04.23,0:06:07.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to try to find the right answer\Nand the perfect words and the right form.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:07.46,0:06:09.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I use poetry in my life
Dialogue: 0,0:06:09.96,0:06:12.39,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,as a way to help me navigate\Nand work through things
Dialogue: 0,0:06:12.39,0:06:15.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but just because I end a poem\Ndoesn't mean that I've solved
Dialogue: 0,0:06:15.35,0:06:18.55,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what it was I was puzzling through.\N
Dialogue: 0,0:06:18.55,0:06:22.03,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I like to re-visit old poetry\Nbecause it shows me exactly
Dialogue: 0,0:06:22.03,0:06:23.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,where I was at that moment.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:23.99,0:06:27.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,What it was I was trying to navigate\Nand the words that I chose to help me.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:27.92,0:06:29.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Now I have a story
Dialogue: 0,0:06:29.97,0:06:33.50,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that I've been stumbling over\Nfor years and years,
Dialogue: 0,0:06:33.50,0:06:35.79,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and I'm not sure if I've found\Nthe perfect form,
Dialogue: 0,0:06:35.79,0:06:39.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or whether this is just one attempt,\Nand I will try to re-write it later
Dialogue: 0,0:06:39.22,0:06:43.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,in search of a better way to tell it.\NBut I do know that later when I look back,
Dialogue: 0,0:06:43.76,0:06:49.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I will be able to know that\Nthis is where I was at this moment.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:49.20,0:06:54.42,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And this is what I was trying to navigate,\Nthese words, here in this room, with you.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:54.42,0:07:02.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So, smile
Dialogue: 0,0:07:05.85,0:07:08.56,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It didn't always work this way.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:09.28,0:07:11.15,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There was a time\Nwhen you had to get your hands dirty.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:11.15,0:07:14.90,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When you were in the dark for most of it,\Nfumbling was a given..
Dialogue: 0,0:07:14.90,0:07:18.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,If you needed more contrast,\Nmore saturation,
Dialogue: 0,0:07:18.70,0:07:23.19,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,darker darks and brighter brights,\Nthey called it extended development.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:23.19,0:07:26.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Meant you spent longer inhaling chemicals.\NLonger up to your wrists.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:26.20,0:07:29.39,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It wasn't always easy.\NGrandpa Stuart was a navy photographer.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:29.39,0:07:36.59,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Young, red-faced with sleeves rolled up,\Nfists of fingers like fat rolls of coins,
Dialogue: 0,0:07:36.59,0:07:38.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he looked like\NPopeye the Sailor Man, come to life.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:38.97,0:07:42.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Crooked smile, tuft of chest hair,
Dialogue: 0,0:07:42.52,0:07:45.47,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he showed up to World War II\Nwith a smirk and a hobby.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:45.47,0:07:48.51,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When they asked him\Nif he knew much about photography,
Dialogue: 0,0:07:48.51,0:07:51.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he lied, learned to read Europe like a map
Dialogue: 0,0:07:51.02,0:07:54.55,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,upside down,\Nfrom the height of a fighter plane,
Dialogue: 0,0:07:54.55,0:07:59.53,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,camera snapping, eyelids flapping,\Nthe darkest darks and brightest brights,
Dialogue: 0,0:07:59.53,0:08:02.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he learned war\Nlike he could read his way home.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:02.18,0:08:06.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When other men returned,\Nthey put their weapons out to rust,
Dialogue: 0,0:08:06.12,0:08:08.55,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but he brought the lenses\Nand the cameras home with him,
Dialogue: 0,0:08:08.55,0:08:12.00,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,opened a shop,\Nturned it into a family affair.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:12.00,0:08:15.57,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,My father was born into this world,\Na black and white.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:15.57,0:08:18.21,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His basketball hands\Nlearned the tiny clicks and slides
Dialogue: 0,0:08:18.21,0:08:22.42,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,of lens into frame, film into camera,\Nchemical into plastic bin,
Dialogue: 0,0:08:22.42,0:08:25.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,his father knew the equipment\Nbut not the art.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:25.40,0:08:27.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He knew the darks but not the brights.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:27.86,0:08:30.61,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,My father learned the magic,\Nspent his time following light.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:30.61,0:08:35.19,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Once he traveled across the country\Nto follow a forest fire,
Dialogue: 0,0:08:35.19,0:08:38.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,hunted with his camera for a week.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:38.77,0:08:41.49,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Follow the light, he said.\NFollow the light.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:41.49,0:08:43.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There are parts of me\NI only recognize from photographs:
Dialogue: 0,0:08:43.96,0:08:47.08,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the loft on Wooster Street\Nwith the creaky hallways,
Dialogue: 0,0:08:47.08,0:08:50.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the 12-foot ceilings,\Nwhite walls and cold floors.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:50.04,0:08:52.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This was my mother's home
Dialogue: 0,0:08:52.23,0:08:54.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,before she was mother,\Nbefore she was wife, she was artist.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:54.86,0:08:57.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And the only two rooms in the house
Dialogue: 0,0:08:57.65,0:08:59.91,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with the walls that reached\Nall the way up to the ceiling
Dialogue: 0,0:08:59.91,0:09:04.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and doors that opened and closed\Nwere the bathroom and the darkroom.
Dialogue: 0,0:09:04.58,0:09:09.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The darkroom she built herself\Nwith custom-made stainless steel sinks,
Dialogue: 0,0:09:09.22,0:09:13.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,an 8x10 bed enlarger that moved\Nup and down by a giant hand crank.
Dialogue: 0,0:09:13.31,0:09:17.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A bank of color balanced lights,\Na white glass wall for viewing prints,
Dialogue: 0,0:09:17.09,0:09:19.56,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a drying rack\Nthat moved in and out from the wall.
Dialogue: 0,0:09:19.56,0:09:23.00,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,My mother built herself a dark room.\NMade it her home.
Dialogue: 0,0:09:23.00,0:09:25.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Fell in love with a man\Nwith basketball hands,
Dialogue: 0,0:09:25.40,0:09:28.19,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with the way he looked at light.
Dialogue: 0,0:09:28.19,0:09:32.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,They got married, had a baby,\Nmoved to a house near a park
Dialogue: 0,0:09:32.06,0:09:36.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but they kept the loft on Wooster Street\Nfor birthday parties and treasure hunts.\N
Dialogue: 0,0:09:36.86,0:09:39.43,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The baby tipped the gray scale,
Dialogue: 0,0:09:39.43,0:09:42.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,filled her parents' photo albums\Nwith red balloons and yellow icing.
Dialogue: 0,0:09:42.80,0:09:47.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The baby grew into a girl without freckles,\Nwith a crooked smile,
Dialogue: 0,0:09:47.16,0:09:51.56,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,who didn't understand why her friends\Ndid not have dark rooms in their houses,
Dialogue: 0,0:09:51.56,0:09:55.44,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,who never saw her parents kiss.\NWho never saw them hold hands.
Dialogue: 0,0:09:55.44,0:09:59.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But one day another baby showed up,\Nthis one with perfect, straight hair
Dialogue: 0,0:09:59.30,0:10:02.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and bubble gum cheeks,\Nthey named him Sweet Potato
Dialogue: 0,0:10:02.22,0:10:04.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and when he laughed,\Nhe laughed so loudly,
Dialogue: 0,0:10:04.16,0:10:06.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he scared the pigeons on the fire escape.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:06.52,0:10:09.05,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And the four of them lived\Nin that house near the park:
Dialogue: 0,0:10:09.05,0:10:11.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the girl with no freckles,\Nthe Sweet Potato boy,
Dialogue: 0,0:10:11.64,0:10:14.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the basketball father and darkroom mother.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:14.16,0:10:16.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And they lit their candles\Nand said their prayers
Dialogue: 0,0:10:16.97,0:10:19.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the corners of the photographs curled.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:19.97,0:10:22.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,One day, some towers fell\Nand the house near the park
Dialogue: 0,0:10:22.93,0:10:25.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,became a house under ash,
Dialogue: 0,0:10:25.35,0:10:29.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,so they escaped in backpacks,\Non bicycles to dark rooms,
Dialogue: 0,0:10:29.06,0:10:30.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but the loft on Wooster Street
Dialogue: 0,0:10:30.65,0:10:34.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,was built for an artist,\Nnot a family of pigeons
Dialogue: 0,0:10:34.38,0:10:38.05,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and walls that do not reach the ceiling\Ndo not hold in the yelling
Dialogue: 0,0:10:38.05,0:10:41.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the man with the basketball hands\Nput his weapons out to rust.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:41.99,0:10:46.11,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He could not fight this war\Nand no maps pointed home.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:46.11,0:10:49.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His hands no longer fit his camera.\NNo longer fit his wife's.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:49.35,0:10:51.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,No longer fit his body.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:51.98,0:10:55.03,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Sweet potato boy mashed his fists\Ninto his mouth
Dialogue: 0,0:10:55.03,0:10:56.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,until he had nothing more to say.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:56.65,0:10:59.81,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So this girl without freckles\Nwent treasure hunting on her own.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:59.81,0:11:03.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And on Wooster Street,\Nin the building with the creaky hallways
Dialogue: 0,0:11:03.54,0:11:07.25,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the loft with the 12-foot ceilings\Nand the darkroom with too many sinks,
Dialogue: 0,0:11:07.25,0:11:09.89,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,under the color balanced lights,\Nshe found a note,
Dialogue: 0,0:11:09.89,0:11:13.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,tacked to the wall with a thumbtack,\Nleft over from a time before towers,
Dialogue: 0,0:11:13.64,0:11:18.43,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,from a time before babies,\Nand the note said,
Dialogue: 0,0:11:18.43,0:11:24.08,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a guy sure loves a girl\Nwho works in the dark.
Dialogue: 0,0:11:24.08,0:11:26.81,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It was a year before\Nmy father picked up a camera again.
Dialogue: 0,0:11:26.81,0:11:29.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His first time out,\Nhe followed the Christmas lights,
Dialogue: 0,0:11:29.58,0:11:31.100,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,dotting their way\Nthrough New York City's trees.
Dialogue: 0,0:11:31.100,0:11:36.24,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Tiny dots of light blinking out at him\Nfrom out of the darkest darks.
Dialogue: 0,0:11:36.24,0:11:38.75,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A year later, he traveled\Nacross the country
Dialogue: 0,0:11:38.75,0:11:41.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to follow a forest fire,\Nstayed for a week
Dialogue: 0,0:11:41.88,0:11:44.62,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,hunting it with his camera.\NIt was ravaging the west coast,
Dialogue: 0,0:11:44.62,0:11:48.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,eating 18-wheeler trucks in its stride.\NOn the other side of the country,
Dialogue: 0,0:11:48.99,0:11:52.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I went to class and wrote a poem\Nin the margins of my notebook.
Dialogue: 0,0:11:52.16,0:11:54.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,We have both learned the art of capture.
Dialogue: 0,0:11:54.99,0:11:57.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Maybe we are learning\Nthe art of embracing.
Dialogue: 0,0:11:57.26,0:12:02.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Maybe we are learning\Nthe art of letting go.