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Back in the basement in Queens, because I left my mask in Connecticut and therefore can’t go outside. So we make do. Dancing to the new brilliant makes Masterpiece Theatre. The perfect set, the perfect length of time. Marveling how you can go from not wanting to move, to not wanting to stop.

Moments of deep ecstatic enjoy coming from Bends in the music coinciding with Bends in the body, rushes of singing nerves.

Also a thought, about the way reading, learning to read well, can be applied to any attention. That attention itself as a kind of reading, that sound can be read, music can be read it’s the transition from one thing to another, and the links between them. A complete theory of reading occurs to me.

Basement art
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