Strapped to my bed-mat by limping infirmity, I’ve been doing a close-listening to just the middle two movements of Mahler’s Ninth. Focusing now on the third movement.
Too flattened by it even to climb up off this mat to use the toilet. Pure glorious madness and searing truth.
By the gods, I can only do this once a year!
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