Went to the Chinese New Year festival at the Met. What an eerie experience to listen to two Tibetan musicians sing and play songs such as “O, crane, I wish I had your wings to fly back home” (home was a name of a town I couldn’t catch).
The song, the chanteuse said, was about reincarnation. And there we are, in the great hall, surrounded by medieval tapestries and statues of the saints. Resurrection and reincarnation. Dreamlike.