12:27AM- Something I would have done differently: Find a recording that doesn’t decrescendo. Something I’m thankful for: The version I’m listening to is over in 18 ½ hours, not 25-28.
12:34AM- I will find anything in my own music resembling this rhythm and destroy it with a prejudice.
12:49AM- Current goal- hold on for another half hour.
1:03AM- In these final ten iterations of this blasted motif, I feel every note. My fingers sense the touch of the keyboard. Every hammer stroke is amplified tenfold. I recall all the different modes of listening from the day- the quiet, the high G, the tonal bass theme, the decrescendo, the rapid opening. My ears hear, but I also feel the music course through my body. The anticipation of the end is almost frightful. My language apparently becomes extravagant when I really want something to happen.