What could be more lonely than to be enveloped in silence, to be the last of your people to speak your native tongue, to have no way to pass on the wisdom of the elders, to anticipate the promise of the children. This tragic fate is indeed the plight of someone somewhere roughly every two weeks.
“I love listening to new stuff, at home in LA I always have the radio on to hear what is happening.”
“Explanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible.”