ten minutes past and feeling inexplicably melancholy.

maybe i'll know what to say when i wake up.

She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life. She learned impossibly difficult songs on her violin, songs outside of what she thought she could know, and would each time come crying to Yankel, I have learned to play this one too! It’s so terrible ( Read more... )

tentative: singapore 2008

will you be there?

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