Waning Moon
03:04 pm
A movie is projected on the dirty wall of an old school. It lasts a few seconds before I'm convinced it's an optical illusion. I look again and it's just the dirty wall shaded by the muggy night. The air is as heavy as my head.
Drawing with intuition.
point. stroke. mind: he's sitting down. it's his hands. ohh it's a keyboard, not a computer! mind to...nowhere: Who is the young man playing a keyboard? Does he need me in some way? Will I get to know him? body: Take a deep breath. Adjust your posture.
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