June 3. For my birthday, I am particularly celebrated for a whole weekend. Yet we are not doing anything different than usual, we celebrate every weekend. It’s not at all clear to me what celebrating actually is, aside from the fact that I was never around at the time when people “celebrated” parties all the time.

The chains of thought my brain spins together to remember even a single staff line, and how it then actually recalls those chains of thought within a few tenths of a second so I can play that note. The change from bass clef to treble clef, or vice versa, is so insidious, not to say brutal, that the whole coordinate system falls flat on its face.