I’ve recently gotten myself into the voluntary loop of listening to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, recomposed by Max Richter.
This is so beautiful. It reminds me of Joan Didion's magical style of having an ending that seems surprising until you realize the essay was a set of clues that lead up to it from the start.
That's the highest compliment, especially from you. Thank you xo
This is so beautiful. It reminds me of Joan Didion's magical style of having an ending that seems surprising until you realize the essay was a set of clues that lead up to it from the start.
That's the highest compliment, especially from you. Thank you xo