This weekend I saw
Never
Let Me Go, which broke my heart.
The movie is about a group of (rather attractive) young people who are
raised to live solely for the benefit of others. They are faced with the
inevitability that they will die during the summer of their youth. The movie is
beautiful to look at, the acting is amazing and the plot is rich with real
human suffering. After the movie ended I didn’t want to move. I sat there quietly
contemplating one particular line as universal to the experience of being human
as anything I can think of: “Maybe none of us understand what we’ve lived
through… or feel we’ve had enough time.”
