Out of nowhere, in the middle of my shower, the 2nd movement of Vivaldi’s “Winter” began to play in my head. I don’t know why. I don’t ever think I realized how beautiful and melancholy it is. And I just started thinking about how much of a beautiful soul someone must have to compose something so bittersweet, how rich Vivaldi’s inner life must have been. Then it occurred to me for some reason, out of nowhere… that Vivaldi is dead. That he has been dead for a very long time. And this upsets me to the point where I want to cry if I think about it too much.
I wish more people who visited my tumblr would write to me - and not in the sexy-right-off-the-bat kind of way - more like introducing themselves and just saying hello. I love connecting to strangers and like there’s over 10,000 strangers following me, so some of them should write to me sometime!
same, except 10,000 with 5