There’s a scene where he’s sitting in a hammock and gets sad looking at a freckled leaf, thinking about beauty so still and calm that it aches like your heart in your chest when you think about the things you’ve lost and which you’d still have if you’d lived differently. All that from a hammock and a leaf. I knew that combination of beauty and sadness. To see something beautiful like a speckled leaf and to know it was going to fall, like all good things went bad, and maybe something couldn’t be good without knowing it was bad. Impossible
