A Brief Analysis of Contemporary Society
as Seen Through My Eyes
Tolstoy wept while listening to the andante cantabile of Tchaikovsky's first string quartet. I, on the other hand, wondered what kind of hair gel the viola player used, considered where I might find shoes like those worn by the cellist, speculated about the gold band on the right hand of the fair-haired violinist, and worried I’d blushed when I ran into an old boyfriend during intermission.
rustle of silk
what I remember of
War and Peace
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