Something to play and to remember, the subtle coming and going of the breath.  I imagine others peering in, looking for something...

This was Bela Bartok's Concierto for Orchestra.

The image was removed and the link was broken.

It had a fine profile of Bartok looking off to the right

Into the future.

I must publish for today

Other than the routine, which is my soul, and my work, which is my bread: and which I must do because I must.  ...There is this web-log, this literature, which gives me joy to remember and to write.

Who am I outside of the gargantuan images of the past few days? -The images of Herzog?

-I am uncertain.

I believe we share shadow stalkings of the self.

We venture into the unknown river, head first, and disappear in the shallows.