go, now go, wonderful movie, interestingly absurb, right up my alley, i enjoyed it enough, i want to own it, but moons disappear, remembrances of lunatari, or nutari, not solnari, but magic is in the air, and hourglass eyes, misshapen, but seeing truth, so when you see someone, walking down the street, sitting across from you on the 'el, what would they look like, old and grey, what would they look like, sitting across from me, weathered hands, knitting sweaters for grandchildren, to people still wonder what it's like to grow old with someone, not just 50 years, but 60 years, not just 40 or less, but from now until forever, seeing an old man, whistling a tune, picking up dinner, sitting by himself, what happened to grandma, or was there never one?