The scene that really hit me here was when the main character's friend was telling her what a great life she lived. She was so pensive about her death, being in her late age, and she conveyed it so perfectly. My life is coming to a close, and when I look back on it, the things that come to mind are these simple, quiet moments that no one else has seen. A simple moment where I was at the mouth of a cave, looking up, and the birds flew over and it felt like I was flying. As a nomad, we all experience moments like these without any other soul nearby, so sometimes it feels lonely not to share such an important, blissful memory with someone else. But that is kind of what being a nomad is all about. The quiet tree that falls without making a sound.
Review of Nomadland
