Of Rhythmic Pontifications and Etc.
In which exhaustion sets in... won't deny that it's tempting to take a break, to stop. But the act of creating these pieces – whether I'll admit it or not, especially in these moments of a general, pervasive weariness – does matter to me: their 25 minutes each morning have become a part of the rhythm of my day, the exorcism of ephemeral brain-flotsam between the pillars of The Work, and, in the midst of a Christmas break, where my rhythm is more often than not at the whim of others (when I ALLOW it to be at the whim of others...), loved or otherwise, it's more imperative than ever that I hold firm, in those little pockets of time that I decree to be mine, to the rhythms that form this iteration of myself. 21,001 words here since launch.
Listening: SONGS: THE ART OF THE TRIO VOLUME III, by Brad Mehldau; AVENTURINE, by Linda May Han Oh.
