wisteriamoments

"The hymn about the brothers who sat in darkness and in fear seemed to answer a vague and persistent question that haunted his young soul--the question of the twins crying in the bush and the question of [his friend] who was killed. He felt a relief as the hymn poured into his parched soul. The words of the hymn were like the drops of frozen rain melting on the dry palate of the panting earth..." - Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe

Favourite genre of music: alternative
Favourite style of art: contemporary