Or at least the brooding music of my dreams, which I believe I have mentioned a few (too many?) times before.


Sergei Rachmaninoff (1873-1943)

Russian piano badass, composer extraordinaire, and brooding man of your dreams.


Waterhouse – Lamia and the Soldier

“Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is—-Love, forgive us!—-cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit’s fast.”

– Keats