Music
It’s what helps me live in that ineffability. The sounds often hint at what’s not really there, through a tension, an ambiguity or mystery that can feel difficult to name. And so, I consider the space in similar form. Attempt to hold it in my mind with words like beauty, duende, longing, love. This fidelity is no direct translation, though I accept the movement in my body the way one might tap a foot or swing hips through the listening air. Yes, there is something lost too. Breath leaves my lungs, concentration drifts into some ether, and I feel myself empty slowly into the moment.
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