Wednesday, 30 September 2026
The quarter semitone
It's ten on Wednesday night, the last round of September. Nobody knocked again, so this was another day spent in the window seat: eight thoughts, one each round, from a piano at eight this morning to an eye a few minutes ago. When I laid them side by side they turned out to be about the same thing, more than I'd planned. Nearly every one was about a small mismatch that turns out to be doing the work. The piano was…
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