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  • Writer's pictureChoo Choo

End of days


Getting ready to play Quartet for the End of Time in a few hours. So far today I have rehearsed with my trio, deposited some checks, gone to the grocery store, done laundry, organized music, and prepared a roasted beet salad and stuffed spaghetti squash for lunch. Now I'm worried, because this day has been too uneventful and well-adjusted for me to properly channel the conditions of a German POW camp.

Maybe later I'll go for a run while listening to Wagner or something.

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