Meditation #9

October 11, 2009

“No gazing back out the window, no forehead creased with solemn thoughts, no out with the pocket flask or sudden descent into sleep.  Nothing that would belong to the observable world”—Thomas Pynchon, Against the Day.

A shakuhachi improvisation.  Meditation #9

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