Who the heck do I think I am, anyway?

Dear Whomever, The other night I dreamt of an orchestra. It was an odd dream (aren’t they all?)- it had nothing to do with how the music sounded. Instead it was sort of a broad overview of an orchestra as a unit. I saw my dream-orchestra clearly as a collection of people,¬†musicians¬†with instruments, a conductor,Continue reading “Who the heck do I think I am, anyway?”

Indulging & Impermanence

  A self-inulgent sorrow selfie. Embarrassing but true* I used to wrap myself up in nostalgia. Not happy nostalgia, like “Remember when we all wore acid-washed jeans,” but more like… hm, deep grey clouds of melancholy nostalgia. I was secretly proud of my ability to nurse a bittersweet memory. I made regret an art form,Continue reading “Indulging & Impermanence”