In a way, while the sale was open, while the cello remained unsold, part of my father remained alive. Far from view, over the crest of the horizon, but alive.
"And despite the feeling of openness the telephone call inspires, there is no way to call my father back. These days, all his phone calls are one-way."
"Somehow, while beautifully articulated, each note also feels stuck; a tear which does not want to be cried."
"And despite the feeling of openness the telephone call inspires, there is no way to call my father back. These days, all his phone calls are one-way."
"Somehow, while beautifully articulated, each note also feels stuck; a tear which does not want to be cried."