Life flies by, jeering at our measly accomplishments, even as it drags on endlessly, hour after weary hour. Love is elusive and taunting. Loneliness is an ever-present scourge, but company is bothersome. Pride is foolish, but its absence is hideous. Life without work is meaningless, but, then, so is work. The pained past has been […] The post From St. Petersburgh: Three Sisters at The Kennedy Center (review) ap…
