Fine. Ostinato destino is not tragedy. Tragedy implies surprise, a fall from grace. This is something older: a tread wheel, a pulse, a return. It is the knowledge, at age twelve, that your life will rhyme with your parents' lives. It is the phone that rings with the same bad news every third Tuesday. It is the note you keep writing because you cannot write the other note.
Then — a sudden subito piano .
The left hand begins alone: — four notes, over and over. An ostinato. A locked groove worn into the wood of the world. ostinato destino
And yet — in the subito piano , in that one B♮ — is there not a kind of freedom? Not escape, but recognition . To play the ostinato knowingly, to place your fingers on the same keys your grandmother pressed, and to press them your way : that is not resignation. That is the human within the machine. This is something older: a tread wheel, a pulse, a return