On my clock, there’s a little button labelled “light snooze.” It means the same button is to be used for the light and to shut the alarm off so you can snooze. But I looked at it just now and read “light snooze”. These are the tiny details, Jane Campion’s Passionless Moments, the unrecorded, unsaid, unremembered that make up a life, that die when we die.