22nd monologue …

I used to listen to such and such music.
I used to create my own minimalist music.
I sometimes play crappy alto recorder because i like the lower sounds. A last remnant?

Right now, old popular music only drags me back to myself in a past when things were different. My youngest is now the owner of a keyboard i bought in 1990, and i’m happy that this undestructable machine still brings happiness.

Except in the car, somehow, music left me.
And I have forgotten when.
I have no idea why.
And I don’t regret it at all.

Picture by bvdb (whoisbert)  may 2019 – @home – nikon D3500 – x_ds5_0206.jpg


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