I have been listening to music I hear coming from inside a small shell. It seems to sing me advice concerning the painting of my koi fish. Its music comes from a great distance, whispering from far inside its small architecture, and it winds round chamber upon chamber to reach the outer air of the world. Yet the delight it produces is commensurate with something much louder and grander. It’s really quite an amazing little shell.
[Top of the post: drawing of a lonely shell, by Aletha Kuschan, ballpoint pen]