[[As you already know]] I hate you I hate you I hate you
Just a few random twiddlings on a keyboard and you create an entire concerto and then shrug when asked who wrote it. At least this time you admitted it.
I can *taste* the dusty air in that shop, and see the shelves (half old bookcases he'd bought at auction, and the other half wooden shelves originally meant for tool-shop stock. And it was dry as a bone in there, and alwaysw arm because of the paraffin stove he had in the far corner.
And he almost always knew what stock he had -- he jsut wasn't sure *where* exactly he'd shelved things.
I miss you -- and I miss this sort of sub-creation, "putting seeed corn in the ground".
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Just a few random twiddlings on a keyboard and you create an entire concerto and then shrug when asked who wrote it. At least this time you admitted it.
I can *taste* the dusty air in that shop, and see the shelves (half old bookcases he'd bought at auction, and the other half wooden shelves originally meant for tool-shop stock. And it was dry as a bone in there, and alwaysw arm because of the paraffin stove he had in the far corner.
And he almost always knew what stock he had -- he jsut wasn't sure *where* exactly he'd shelved things.
I miss you -- and I miss this sort of sub-creation, "putting seeed corn in the ground".