Blessed Are the Departed

“Sea, sun, jazz, backless pajamas, red tan, brown tan, olive tan.

But Musashcheva has no time for that. Not for jazz, and not for tanning.

She sits on her little balcony and stares blankly at a crumpled scrap of blue paper with white stripes stuck to it. On the white stripes, a soulless device hammered out cruel lines composed by the vengeful Sorkin…”

Fragments of the musical composition Tango amoroso by Mathieu TISSANDIER