Shifting toward a redline you can’t see or hear, can only feel, the way Beethoven must’ve, delimbing his pianos, setting them down on the ground, to feel the vibrations and nothing else, probably turning off the light to starve all senses but the ones he wanted, the composition, the light that flicks on in the brain when a connection is made–a vital spark–a turning of … Continue reading Sake, Koji Kondo, Dreams
When you were little, eyes wide as could be, the teacher sat you down and asked you a simple question: Who do you want to be? And dreams of all the choices filled you up. You could fight fires, or teach, or land a shuttle on the moon, that question echoing in your head: Who do you want to be? But you got older, and … Continue reading WHO DO YOU WANT TO BE?