Troada

Turn, turn, turn. Can there be rhythms without patterns? Can it be said one thing leads to another when the links defy (our) logic?

A dog was abandoned in its home at the same time my grandfather became a widower, and I was returning from London, a place where I felt lonelier than ever.

In a blank space, a barrel organ suddenly chokes and plays on its own. The player with pin-tipped feet, now free from playing, may start a dance that makes him see what he couldn't listen to anymore.