May 12, 2023

Last night’s rehearsal levels better than the one before. Hit the low A in the Casals effortlessly. 

Completed a painting. 

Sat by the riverside and wrote nothing, but watched bluebirds. Watched a large skink with an inflamed orange throat pursue a smaller one into the ivy. I assume it was a rape. 

Deep and inexplicable exhaustion. Perhaps related to this (perhaps not) my alternative imagination had lain very close to the surface. If I so much as shut my eyes an alternative cinema begins, having nothing whatever to do with the “real” world I was taking in seconds before.