Curations

Forever Young

In a foreign city, I watched film after film. Each story, tenderly written, spoke of home and youth—and more than once, I found myself in tears in the darkness of the theater. I thought of the faraway South, of streets I once raced through, of words once spoken, of songs once sung. In this constant loop of remembering and returning, I heard the call of a life that can only be lived once. Summer is ending, and soon I will leave this place again. I’ve chosen five films—a quiet offering, for the teenager you once were.