I removed.
There is an author, a composer that I love so much: it is Arvö Part, Estonian.
I don’t have enough culture to really understand his compositions; I go by feeling and what strikes me is his stubborn search for the only note, the whole.
That’s why I removed.
Why is there, isn’t there, an essence? There is also my desire to find silence in my hard drives and basically to find me above all.
Today is December 31st, what more could you wish for?
