Text by William J. Dean.
I met Mr. Dean while working at the New York Society Library. He had just published a book of his essays on living in New York City all his life. I had only recently moved to NYC and was feeling overwhelmed by the city’s relentlessness.One quote from the book stuck out to me, not because I found it to ring true, but because of the opposite. It’s an idea that I have trouble wrapping my head around:
It’s hard to be lonely in a place with so much human activity.
The entire piece is extremely sparse, featuring only a few gestures from this piano as a vocalist speaks the fragmented text. Only a about a minute in duration, this piece heightens the ironic statement written by Dean which inspired the work.