Meadowland

When will we be in Ithaca?

- About three hours...

- Twenty minutes.

- Three hours.

- Get comfy.

Get comfy.

What about taking a nap?

Feel like a little nap?

Just put your head down

and go to sleep?

Nahhhh...

Oh, honey, you're making a mess.

It's not me doing it,

it's the cookies.

Oh, right.

You're like a little lawyer.

I just cleaned it.

Good job!

Last time I was

with Uncle Tim in Ithaca,

Ummm...

I was, I was...

running around

in a field of grass.

- Yeah.

- And climbing mountains.

Wow!

And...

watching shows about volcanoes.

- I'm thirsty!

- Okay.

What do you want, milk or juice?

Ummm, milk.

Or beer?

Beer...

I'm going to pull in

right up here.

Get a fill-up on four, please.

Here's a bathroom, Jessie.

- You got it?

- Yeah.

Will you get me a cup,

and I'll get him some milk.

Yeah.

Just get him some juice.

How you doing?

Need me to wipe for you?

You're the worst.

Jessie?

Okay, buddy, let's go!

- Let's go, Jessie!

- Did he lock the door?

Sir, can you unlock this please?

Thanks.

Jess?

Jessie!

Jessie...

- Jessie!

- Jess!

He's here.

Jessie!

- F***in' hell...

- Doesn't anyone else work here?

Yeah, but he's out at lunch.

Jess!

Jessie!

Jessie!

Jess!

Is he there?

No!

Jessie!

Jessie!

Jess!

C'mon, goddamnit!

Jessie!

Jessie!

Jessie!

It's okay.

Sorry, I took her wine,

I'll take both!

She's not drinking anything!

It's just that we're having a

dinner party so...

We can talk

about f***ing bullshit.

Is there any more wine, or is

this what I'm dealing with?

I'll just have one of this,

it'll be easier to talk about...

Nothing, this is a problem.

- Ma'am, - You know...

- I'm sorry...

- We will fix this!

Don't worry...

Shhh, stop being angry.

- Wow, is that is mad face?

- That is his mad face!

- So mad.

- Whew!

Get her some water, maybe?

Okay.

She's still on lithium, so

she probably shouldn't be

drinking like that, sorry.

Please.

- She's having a good time.

- Yeah.

Just let her...

spread her wings.

Might make her jog home

beside the car.

It's good to see

you guys out, finally.

- It's been a year, man.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh Sarah...

- You know what?

- What, babe?

You would make

an excellent mother.

I got an email from my brother.

He's coming to the city.

He wants to stay here?

He's such a f***ing mess.

I know...

A total f***-up.

We grow accustomed to the dark.

When light is put away,

as when the neighbor holds a

lamp to witness her good-bye,

A moment,

we, uncertain,

step for newness of the night,

then fit our vision to the dark,

and meet the road, erect, and...

And so of larger darknesses,

those evenings of the brain

when not a moon disclose a sign,

or star come out.

Within the bravest,

grope a little,

and sometimes hit a tree

directly in the forehead.

But as they learn to see,

either the darkness alters,

or something in the sight

adjusts itself to midnight.

And life steps almost straight.

Thoughts?

Impressions?

What does the poet mean

by "accustomed"?

Enrique?

Well, where it says,

"as they learn to see,".

And "adjusts itself to

midnight,"

I think that's when you see

better in the dark.

How?

You get used to it.

Until it gets light again.

What did you think

of the poem, Alma?

It was heavy.

Heavy...

How?

Well...

It's like you don't know when

it's going to be light again.

It might just keep getting

darker.

- No!

- Let go! Right now!

No!

So, what did we tell you

about stealing, huh?

I don't remember!

If everyone stole books

from the library,

there would be none left

for anyone else!

Can I just...?

Can I just read this one?

Look, look, look!

The elephants, look!

When they die,

it's inconceivable,

when they die, their memory...

- Go to the office.

- No!

- Now!

- No!

Adam, get your butt off

this floor right now,

and you get

to the principal's now!

Well, you know, the thing

about the brain,

or, I should say...

the conscious brain,

is that all you can do is

scan things from left to right,

absorbing information in these

long, continuous sequences,

which is why it takes so long

to get educated.

But the unconscious...

The unconscious

is a completely different story.

It's a whole different

level of learning.

Because words have no intrinsic

meaning, they're just pointers...

- Right.

- We see this, we see that...

What is this?

This is a f***ing table.

Who says it's a f***ing table,

but I've named it,

and separated it out

from everything else

and Bob's your uncle, right?

But that's not how kids see it,

or animals,

When you drown out all

the noise and the static,

and simply look at

what's actually there.

Sorry.

And the thing that

I'm grappling with

by just focusing on the most

obvious linear input stream.

Wow, looks like you've been

busy.

Yeah, a little bit.

It sounds complicated.

That's my point, right there...

- That's what you say.

- It's complicated to me,

you have a good handle on it.

I have a different idea.

You seem to have a grasp of it.

Hey, you guys want to go

karaoking later on?

Yeah, let's see

how we feel after dinner.

- Thanks for having me.

- You're welcome.

Gimme a hug, alright?

My f***ing brother.

Oh, wow, thank you,

that's really nice, thanks.

I want you to know

I really appreciate this.

No worries.

I f***ing loved that kid.

Can't believe it's been a year.

He really loved you too.

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