strings

With this amount of strings, it is possible to share the depth of the Ukrainian soul.

It’s a powerful line that had multiple readings about who is pulling the strings.

We listened in rapt, reverential awe, cozied by Vienna’s velvet strings, velvet winds and velvet brass woven together in a perfect tapestry of lush sonic textures and instrumental colors.

But now is the time for grief: grief over who we’re sure to lose in the next four years, and grief over whatever last strings of democratic innocence we had left.

Men worthy of the word don’t hand over the keys to the future to billionaires who pull the strings.