Creole Choir of Cuba.
On the train I think about performance & ritual.
10.20pm. No car in the parking lot. Car stolen?
Run into V & he is kindness personified & we talk about Buddhist chants until the police officer arrives & I call up the wrong Ali & we laugh hysterically because it's been a night of vanishments & strangers a surreal night & because there's a lesson or a gift somewhere in having your car stolen.
On the train I think about performance & ritual.
10.20pm. No car in the parking lot. Car stolen?
Run into V & he is kindness personified & we talk about Buddhist chants until the police officer arrives & I call up the wrong Ali & we laugh hysterically because it's been a night of vanishments & strangers a surreal night & because there's a lesson or a gift somewhere in having your car stolen.
