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I'm being antimelodic. I take pleasure in the difficult harmony of the harsh opposites. Where am I going? And the answer is: I'm going.
What beautiful music I can hear in the depths of me. It is made of geometric lines crossing in the air. It is chamber music. Chamber music has no melody. It is a way of expressing the silence. I am sending you chamber writing.
A shame that the word 'nerves' is related to painful vibrations, otherwise it would be a quartet of nerves. Dark strings that, when plucked, do not speak of 'other things,' they don't change the topic – they are, in and of themselves, they surrender just as they are, without lie or fantasy.

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