Twelve years ago, I lived this story, about the same age. It's rough. I was ok, too, eventually.

The art was wonderful, the writing was poignant, and the cast was just off-kilter enough to indulge a little harmless crazy that comes out of wallowing in separation angst, short and sweet. It's not just a vision, a conversation, it's a song, it's poetry, rising and falling. It spoke truth to me, made me wistful, melancholy. Indulging in a little taste of the past again.