“ We all flee in hope of finding some ground of security ”
Hope, belief, and despair are not simply moods. They change our physical performance. They alter how quickly we react, how hard we fight, how quick we are to give up.- Symphony for the City of the Dead: Dmitri Shostakovich and the Siege of Leningrad
~ M.t. Anderson
There are times when friendship feels like running down a hill together as fast as you can, jumping over things, spinning around, and you don't care where you're going, and you don't care where you've come from, because all that matters is speed, and the hands holding your hands.
I run through the woods, at once applauding myself for my wit-Well deserved, sir. Well deserved.And at the self instant, I am grinding my teeth because I am a vain, revenging idiot and shall be run down because of it.
It meant different things to different people, but somehow it meant them all intensely. Shostakovich's words just confuse the issue. His symphony itself is what remains. Listen to it. It is your symphony to write with him.
