I have to catch up on my learning delay. The concert in which Ganymede will perform with the McGill Symphony Choir takes place next week. We will sing Shostakovich's 13th symphony, called Babi Yar, for male choir and baritone.
My days are tinged with tiny contrasts, with ripples licking the hourly beach as if nothing was going to happen, as if everything had to be done. It's not dawn or dusk, it's nothing, and it's all there.