Musical Evenings

And sometimes, it's hard to remember feeling despair when the day goes well. It's as if the stars align just so and I can forget how bad I felt the previous morning. There are small mercies to be found everywhere.

Last night I went to a free concert at Lincoln Center. The star of the show was Yo Yo Ma and his cello. There were many musicians playing instruments I'd never heard of before. Someone blew on a conch shell.

I have a friend who believes that art soothes. Sometimes I think she's full of shit and find myself searching for silence. Other times, like last night, I know exactly what she means.

K has stopped writing to me.