I took this photo the other night, while beloved was draped across the bed, flat on his back, practicing. It was a quiet night, one of those where going out would screw everything up, and there wasn’t much to say besides the usual few words we exchange without thinking, almost out of habit, but not without meaning or intent. I reached for my book and saw that it was under beloved’s bass; I didn’t have the heart to move it and disrupt his playing. I realized later that the picture I’d snapped had captured the way the two objects rested together, quiet and still, with the sheets curled around their edges, and it was almost too personal to share: a still-life done in effigies, words and music, the two of us. When things get crazy, when life tries to sneak in and steal what we’ve found and made and kept for this long, this is what keeps us together-this is who we are, at the heart of it all.