From CICERO, for Cibelle (who today, as always, keeps count of our anniversaries)
Fullmoon, the piece by Ryuichi Sakamoto, opens with a single sustained tone, no vibrato, no overtones. It is the sound of a tuning fork, which for a moment I mistake for my tinnitus, the whistle that, according to the audiologist, will be with me from now on. Over that note that promises nothing, a voice begins to speak to me: because we don’t know when we will die, it says, we get to think of life as “an inexhaustible well.” (Sakamoto put those words there two years after an oncology ward, recording the album he believed would be his last.) Everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, the voice goes on, and then it asks me how many more times I will remember a certain afternoon of my childhood without which I cannot even conceive of my life. Four, five. How many more full moons I have left to watch rise. Twenty, perhaps. And yet it all seems limitless to me.
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