Scheherezade - Constructed

by Mark Jay Mirsky

When I left Berlin, Hannah pressed a gift into my hand.

It was the music of Rimsky-Korsakoff, a small cassette. I played it repeatedly, in my office, never wondering why she should give me this work of a composer I would not have guessed was one she liked.

I did not realize what it meant until a moment ago, so caught up have I been with my own self-pity.

"Scheherezade."

I could have been a character in a different story.

It required that I play a man I was not.

Do these buildings-out-of-time I have suggested be constructed, where time will find itself drawn back into details of years that have passed, require men and women ready to find themselves in the details?

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