When the phone rang I was in the kitchen, boiling a potful of spaghetti and whistling along with an FM broadcast of the overture to Rossini’s The Thieving Magpie, which has to be the perfect music for cooking pasta. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami
We come to expel the darkness In our hands is light and fire Each one of us is a small light Together we’re mighty bright Away you darkness, Away the black Run away from the light This is the first verse of the israeli folk Hannuka song “באנו חושך לגרש”. It’s also the name of…
I was ripping some old CDs today, and these two were right next to each other on the shelf.