Back­stage Pass There are faces within our fables—forever cloaked by a child­like desire to repli­cate. Major events. A chord pro­gres­sion. A roman­tic phrase, spe­cific to the smooth Venet­ian language—her five main vari­ants, con­spir­ing to cap­ture: your sub­tlest heart­break / my unlike­li­est closure—a dialec­tic loop whose every turn is said to shed its own the­ory on the […]