"so these are kind of sentimental to you then? how quaint," she may have been looking too hard to find some other reason for the snow globe, like the art gallery walks she'd taken looking for a meaning among a flurry of brushstrokes. sometimes it just was about the feelings it brought up. like the places she may have been in her life prior. "kind of like keeping the memory alive?" she'd take a drink from her own glass of chardonnay, a slight purse of her lips at the question. "unique. that's a good way of putting it," she gave a humorless laugh. "it's a great place, with a lot of artificial lighting. who doesn't love that?" she certainly didn't, having an almost eerie feeling without the light streaming in, but she was trying to be a less over critical version of herself, even if it was not her taste.
maddie’s fingers tapped lightly against the delicate stem of her glass, her expression frozen in something just short of amusement. "quaint," she echoed, tasting the word like it was something bitter. quaint was the kind way to describe it. ridiculous seemed more fitting. but heaven was full of little ridiculous things, wasn't it?
"something like that," she finally said, her tone airy, almost detached, as she swirled her rosé. "i guess some people think remembering is the next best thing to actually experiencing something." a pause. "or maybe it’s a poor substitute. i haven't decided yet." her gaze flickered back to the enormous snow globe, the eiffel tower trapped in its endless winter. she wondered if that was how the people she left behind saw her now; frozen in a moment forever. "you know they say your memory is just as good as the last time you recalled it. it's important to keep reminders." she said, mostly to herself.
