Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for November 30, 1998
Transcript:
Holly: Out our window I see hundreds of lives go by... people on bikes, in cars, walking... everyone on their own path, lost in their own thoughts... dreams... despairs... Yet in a hundred years they'll all be forgotten. Their errands, decisions, destinations... none of it will matter at all. Val: You still have to do your homework. Holly: Like sands through the hour glass...
From my perspective, Holly is showing the deep and thoughtful layers of herself — the side of herself that she almost never lets anybody else see..