"Not a place like this"
The Chinese musicians are gone.
They'll never play again. They'll never be heard again.
Not by anyone. Ever again.
One minute they were here, playing and the next they were gone.
As though they'd never been here in the first place.
As though the notes that were played had never been played, had never been heard.
As though it had all existed in my head. Maybe not even there. But in a magical place.
A place where there's peace and harmony and happiness.
A place that everyone can enjoy without the danger of getting killed.
Not a place like this.
The Chinese musicians are gone.
They'll never play again. They'll never be heard again.
Not by anyone. Ever again.
One minute they were here, playing and the next they were gone.
As though they'd never been here in the first place.
As though the notes that were played had never been played, had never been heard.
As though it had all existed in my head. Maybe not even there. But in a magical place.
A place where there's peace and harmony and happiness.
A place that everyone can enjoy without the danger of getting killed.
Not a place like this.