I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?
Jandy NelsonI heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I'm watching it burn right to the ground.
Jandy NelsonI'm layering away: sauce, noodles, I belong to you, cheese, sauce, my heart is yours, noodles, cheese, I hear your soul in your music, cheese, cheese, CHEESE.
Jandy Nelson