She almost didn’t add the next one. But after a bad breakup and a worse spring, she saw Everything Everywhere All at Once . In the dark theater, surrounded by strangers, she cried not because it was sad, but because the movie whispered: You don’t have to be one thing. You can be the list itself.
“Moods are real,” she said.
Anjali smiled and handed it back.
One evening, a little girl came up to her after a screening of Kiki’s Delivery Service . The girl held a crumpled piece of paper.