Summer times
Learning the piano to stimulate the other hemisphere.
It's coming along much more easily than I expected.
The 'days of summer' I remember from childhood were the frenzied alternation of great adventures and much deserved indolence. My memory of these times is too sun-bleached to accurately recall the dark spots. Today, summer days still bleed together, but for a different reason.
Work! Too much work with not enough creation.
Tired of intellectual masturbation.
Starved for a little stimulation.
It's coming along much more easily than I expected.
The 'days of summer' I remember from childhood were the frenzied alternation of great adventures and much deserved indolence. My memory of these times is too sun-bleached to accurately recall the dark spots. Today, summer days still bleed together, but for a different reason.
Work! Too much work with not enough creation.
Tired of intellectual masturbation.
Starved for a little stimulation.