Spent the fortnight gone in the music room reworking my year's fragments into a 'sextet for overlapping soloists': piano, clarinet, 'cello, flute, oboe, and violin, each in its own language of key, scale, and color. In the first set, each solo is interrupted by its successor; in the second, each interruption is recontinued, in order. Revolutionary or gimmicky? Shan't know until it's finished, and by then it'll be too late.
David MitchellThe her that lived in her looked out through her eyes, through my eyes, and at the me that lives in me.
David MitchellA mountain you're plannin' on climbin' ain't the same as the one you ain't. It ain't so pretty.
David MitchellI hear my father-in-law's response..."Naรฏve, dreaming Adam. He who would do battle with the many-headed hydra of human nature must pay a world of pain & his family must pay it along with him! & only as you gasp your dying breath shall you understand, your life amounted to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean!" Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
David Mitchell