[Focus to the Music]

"I listen to the keys strike, the piano is rarely audible. It's my fault, I'm distracted. The mind wanders astray too swiftly. The faint chords create a dreamy softness, contours begin to fade and mix with neigbours. Soon the music is many distances away, it blurs. It happens, often, a certain illusionary presence. "Focus, focus", and I stray off again. Afterward, I don't distinctly remember the exact course of my thoughts. Where they began on the map, what their goal was. But the music is pleasing, it works as a chaotic guide. It decides the stops on the way, the jolts."

Listening to: Paolo Conte, Russ Columbo, Amelie soundtrack.