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January 27, 2008

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secret movie I don't know where I was
or where I was going but
I was waiting for a bus.

Come to think of it, I now
remember where I was
and where I was going.

It was to spend an evening
with friends watching a film
for which a friend had
provided half the music.

I like music that comes
in halves--half sound
and half silence. The gaps
between recall the emptiness
at the heart of all that is.

Waiting is similar. Not all
spaces need to be filled.