“This has so much ego in it. It’s so good,” she says about the song playing. She says things, not knowing what she’s saying and how good it is, confirming the theory I have about the words people say in conversation in the moment being way better than the words remembered and written after the fact. She says this listening to the music and feeling it. The way she says it in this moment is different. It is like music. The tone makes it. Her facial expression, the environment around her, and, of course, the music itself—it all contributes. Film would get closer with its combination of audio and video. The art that we are all chasing from different angles is the present moment. When we cut it off from its original source, we only take a piece with us—the words, the sounds, the appearance. But the whole thing is here and only once. The art is life itself as it’s lived. What makes us want to divorce it from it’s natural birthplace, to pull the flower up from it’s soil. Because we want to show the beauty to others? Because we want to keep it for ourselves.