“We’d sink into our seats right as they dimmed out all the lights, the Technicolor world made out of music and machine…”
To make the intangible tangible. To bring nonbeing into being. Isn’t that what everything is about?
“I wonder when the first time we will not spend a new years eve together will be,” Cyril says.
It is the first meal of the year: “brunch” at 4pm right in the nick of time before the kitchen closes and the winter sky is already starting to darken. Tiramisu and hazelnut…
