On the incomprehension of now
"And some days, all there is to do is wait for some language to arrange the chaos of this year".
It seems you've found and arranged some of these powerful words already :)
tryin! :)
This is the most poignant representation of this past year -- of the intense counterpoints of our lies, this past year. Thank you.
Oh now I feel lucky! to play my flute in my less claustrophobic (but solitary) garage!
And that is why you don’t play the tuba.
"And some days, all there is to do is wait for some language to arrange the chaos of this year".
It seems you've found and arranged some of these powerful words already :)
tryin! :)
This is the most poignant representation of this past year -- of the intense counterpoints of our lies, this past year. Thank you.
Oh now I feel lucky! to play my flute in my less claustrophobic (but solitary) garage!
And that is why you don’t play the tuba.