November 2011
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Katja: I had my dream again last night.
Grisha: About the stairs?
Katja: Yes. They go up and up, it's an endless stairway. I mean I never see the end of it, it gets lost up there somewhere. In a fog or a cloud or something. And I'm climbing and climbing and climbing, and I never get there. Then I fall, I slip and I roll down, faster and faster. That's the awful part of it. And then I wake up screaming. Aunt Mali says I'm having nightmares from eating too much –
Grisha: Well, that's what ballet is: a stair without an end. Holy Mother of Kazan! The time it takes before they let you do something worthwhile!"
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“Oh, we could blame it on our hands
They lifted the drink to our mouths so we...”
– La Dispute (Bury Your Flame)
