just a bunch of images and thoughts that slide in and out of my consciousness. words feel stuck.
read this. — “…and we both kept walking.”
how beautifully one artist appreciates another. notice how yo-yo ma doesn’t just concentrate/focus on playing his music, but rather cranes his neck over to watch the dancer perform. as if he wants to enjoy it and experience it with everyone else. love that.
listen to this.
that’s all you get from me today.