The dusty light, the final hour

[sovay]

My ability to get any sleep has deranged like a spiderweb on LSD, but just a moment ago in the street it was thinly but distinctly snowing. I turned on WHRB and got Michael Tippett's A Child of Our Time (1944). I still can't believe Opera Boston folded right before they would have staged the Mozart-out-of-Eliot Hermetic crack of The Midsummer Marriage (1955). I can't believe in impending Thanksgiving.

Comments

[asakiyume]

Yeah, when I searched, the LSD webs just looked sad and falling apart (worse than the LSD example in your link). From that link, the benzedrine web is the one that most grabs me (though the chloral hydrate one was very minimalist in an interesting way).