As i was riding home last night (later than usual) i really thought i heard someone playing the saxophone at about 11th and Division, though looking all around in the direction I thought the music was coming from i found no such horn nor player. I am still not sure if i was just imagining the music or if there really was someone playing nearby, the former possibility being likely a result of too intense readings of 1960s Austrian explorations of apocalypse via the neutron bomb and subsequent sole survivor separation from civilization. (Marlen Haushofer -
Die Wand) Either way, it made me think about when the last time i picked up that old friend, which was probably then:
That was a different time and i a different person, to be sure. However, all this plus a few conversations i've recently had with some family and good friends made me think i ought to pick it up again. Wail away even, if my fingers, lungs, and lips can remember their old gusto.
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I recognize many of the artefacts in this photo but can't seem to identify the room itself! Why is my brain not working? Where was this photo taken??
does this question make me a stalker?
This was at our apartment in Menlo Park. I don't think you ever visited us there?
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