Marble floors, clacking heels above, climbing upwards, lunging, holding the rail, striding, level three, staggering, down the hall to a room that encloses sound, where my violin teacher, composed with hair like Miranda July’s, sits. She tells me I need to focus on my scales more.
The Microcosm and Extraordinary Stories
The Microcosm and Extraordinary Stories
The Microcosm and Extraordinary Stories
Marble floors, clacking heels above, climbing upwards, lunging, holding the rail, striding, level three, staggering, down the hall to a room that encloses sound, where my violin teacher, composed with hair like Miranda July’s, sits. She tells me I need to focus on my scales more.