Day of the dead
The day after Easter I was on the subway. A father sat down across from me with his daughter. She insisted on sitting by the window. At one point, the father reminded her about the story of Jesus rising from the dead. "Like zombies?" she asked. "No," he said. "Not like a zombie." He paused, then asked, "Do you believe in zombies?" She nodded vigorously.
listening to: steve reich, worksPosted by eugene at 2:13 PM