On nights like these, i listen to old Bach. That music has a way through one’s soul.
Especially through one’s soul.
I do not long for the sublime. No. Bach is… A breath, a sense of presence here on earth.
Time to wash up.
(marginalia vitae)
On nights like these, i listen to old Bach. That music has a way through one’s soul.
Especially through one’s soul.
I do not long for the sublime. No. Bach is… A breath, a sense of presence here on earth.
Time to wash up.