The last two days I've had my phone propped up at my desk, watching Frank. Build. Something.
And listening.
Like John Luther Adams, it's subtle. And it builds. Accretes, really. Trial and error. Pieces coming together. The sheer physicality of the project. The work.
And last night, after paddling the Anacostia at sunset, it felt good to just sit in the chair.
And work.
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