I had coffee today. And I ate a huge panini. And I spent today trying to decipher connections between random notes. Or rather, force connections. Create strands which would link between this page to the next, this sound to that sound, this meaning to the other. And I realized that I couldn't, and that everything is meaningless. I used to suspect that I suffered from apophenia, but I now know that it's not true. If I did, I would be able to wring coherence from the score, but I can't. Aha, maybe that's the point of The Rite of Spring. Forgive me for rambling, but I'm currently undergoing an aesthetic/artistic/musical crisis, and I question the validity of my Analysis Major. Dominic and Yang'en are right after all - analysis is not only anal, but it really is fairly useless.
I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.