rosette

I'm going to get up now to go for a walk.

I've been restraining myself from playing the guitar.

I can imagine the rosette: a simple, geometrical mosaic of two muted browns surrounding the opening in the top of the guitar, but I can't imagine making any music now.

My hands are too cold anyhow, but that's not why I can't play.

I haven't been able to assemble the puzzle of elements that constitute this new technique.

The new technique requires an incredible amount of work, and the incredible amount of work requires an assuredness that the work will not have been in vain.

I'm going to leave the apartment, and walk around the city for awhile, to convince myself that anything is worth doing.