pathos, dream by jeremy.rutman -- Jan. 17, 2023
I was in a a dust-covered urban wasteland - rubble and half-missing buildings , trash in the streets covered in ash. I was a street violinist in a band of old homeless people, with another grizzled old violinist in the group. I wandered about playing tunes of pathos . One of the old homeless ladies said I could still make people sad with my playing , while that of the other violinist could do so no longer. A beat up old cadillac came barrelling through the road nearly hitting me and passed on by, leaving us amongst the dust
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