i'm going to retire, to bed, i mean, as for now, ludovico einaudi, islands first, then una mattina, then divenire, noisy piano, jumpy, it's all right, however, in early afternoon, meantime, void moon, to the place where the desert is ocean, too sophisticated, to believe those assholes in power
‘I want you to humor me on something when you’re over there.’ ‘Fine. What?’ ‘Promise me.’ ‘I’m not going to promise you anything until I know what you’re talking about. What is it, Leo?’ ‘Okay, this is it. Whatever you do, no matter what happens, don’t be in that guy’s room between three twenty-two and three thirty-eight in the morning. Okay? That’s Wednesday night going into Thursday morning. Write it down if you think you’ll forget.’ Cassie felt a bemused, questioning smile come across her face. ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘It’s a void moon.’ (Connelly, Michael. Void Moon, p. 65)
