moses' and zipporah’s wedding night in ridley scott’s exodus was about to get going when i flipped on hbo. “who makes you happy?” “you do.” “what’s the most important thing in your life?” “you are.” “where would you rather be?” “nowhere.” “and when will you leave me?” “never.” outside the rain has stopped and i’ve nowhere to go. a chubby, dirty pigeon sat on the ledge of my window and cooed what sounded like vows.