mundane circles

So Rita seemed at first one person, soon another and then another, morphing week after week, and year after year, eventually going beyond my imagination to form a whole, generally tedious self-fulfilled and busy with the mundane circles of her life, lived far away, giving infinitely less time considering those days and this performance than I have, watching and dreaming, making up lives to suit every one of the cardboard cutout dimensions I thought I saw in watching, listening to this strange, tiny, volatile woman as she played the notes within her voice.

David Cain, Song of Songs

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