The Waves of Regret
By hent03 on January 20, 2022 6:49 am
Here's something simple and chill to float away with. It could do with a little variation in the drums and the bass line, but that's something to think about in future weeks.
The title is from "The Diving Pool" by Yoko Ogawa (translated by Stephen Snyder). She's one of my favorite authors, and the last line of this paragraph is just wonderful, both in terms of imagery and translation:
"As I traced his profile with my eyes, I realized that I could never ask anything of him again: not caresses, not protection, not warmth. He would never dive into the pool inside me, clouded as it was with the little girl's tears. The waves of regret were gentle, but I knew they would ripple on forever."
(You can probably tell, but I'm making an effort to read more. So far so good!)
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