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“Why don’t you fit in?”
“I have always struggled, with everything.”
“Why?”
“Two left hands.”
“I’ll write something for two left hands.”
“Wouldn’t that be something for a left and a right hand? A normal piece?”
“The intention will be different. And this changes everything. Holy water is just water. The intention makes it holy.”
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“Close your eyes.”
I closed my eyes.
“What do you see?”
“I see a heron taking off. Not very elegant, with each foot tapping the water. A heron is a heavy bird. Needs his time. Now, now. He’s in the air, and he’s folded his legs to his body. His shadow glides on the lake. Now he’s the most elegant bird you’ll ever see.”
“How can you see him at all with closed eyes?
“Say, I see him with my ears.”
“What root is he on?”
“F.”
“F on the Aeolian scale?”
“Right so. Every time he hovers between movements, he’s a downwards brisé on a concert harp. One of those golden ones, with a mythical woman-dragonfly on the pillar.”
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Between the big city and the small island, between the thumb and the index finger of God, between a rock and a hard place. But there is 1100km between the big city and the small island, there is a sense of security between the thumb and the index finger of God, there is no rolling and pitching between a rock and a hard place. This is the natural order, even when the world is upside down, nothing ever stays. He's where he's supposed to be, I am where I'm supposed to be, going back and forth like pendulums. The clock sings on the half hour, the half hour slides through a tear from our universe to somewhere unknown, how fast it goes, the clock sings, the half hour slides through the tear and disappears. Before we know it, we've crossed, and before we are to cross again, it will be many half hours, half hours of another make, that don't go nearly as fast, this is the natural order, this is how things are, when it's all a mess and when it's all tidy all the same. He suffers it with the elegance of the big city, I suffer it with the plainness of the small island, and when we meet at the narrowing of the hourglass once a turn, we cherish it with base joy, so rare and yet so very much the same among people from all walks of life.
