December 2011
1 post
Interlude 2
It’s a slow Thursday night and this song just came on shuffle. The boy’s taking a nap and his arm is draped over my lap. He looks pensive when he sleeps, like he’s solving a problem or watching Fellini. In the cab the other night, he was explaining to me how it was possible to break glass when sound reached extremely high pitches, but only when the frequency and wavelength of the sound and the...