Sometimes, we can’t find all the right words. Description be damned. We clutch at thin air.
Not that Zoom totally defies the written word, obvi. Plenty has been said about it already. But, as with last year’s Hilja (a sentimental fave of ours), it is altogether easier to let the skeletal, simplistic beauty of Cucina Povera’s (née Maria Rossi) music play out,
to dissipate along with it for those moments fleeting,
to sink your own thoughts and ambitions,
to let it impart itself onto you,
the voice reverberating through the chilly air, as if to say: “Clutch no more.”
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