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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. |