Long Lost Hills

Across the desolation lay supreme indifference, the casualness of night and another day, and yet the secret intimacy of those hills, their silent consoling wonder, made death a thing of no importance. You could die, but the desert would hold your secret death, it would remain after you, to cover your memory with ageless wind and heat and cold. (John Fante)

"We’re all one beat away from becoming elevator music" - Don Delillo

Instrumentalist

(Auden's Romanticism chart from Swarthmore College)

"In writing words to be set to music, one has to remember that, probably, only one word in three will be heard. So, one must avoid complicated imagery. Suitable are verbs of motion, interjections, lists, and nouns like moon, sea, love, death." - W.H. Auden (The Paris Review, Spring 1974)

"The world was dust, and dust it would become."