Juanita: | Sooner or later, don't all words vanish into silence? |
Ella: | Of course. The moths of time devour all fabrics. |
Shu: | Perhaps we should think of words as seeds. Some sprout. Others never germinate. Eventually, however, all decays. . . |
Juanita: | (raising her eyebrows) Why are we having this conversation? |
Shu: | Because the best way to treasure a moment is to realize how short it actually is . . . |