8/10 And into the city, where we meet J’s ex-husband and his mother, who is on the path of Alzheimer’s. It is a shock for J to see her decay, she didn’t expect it to be this far, even since June, when they last spoke. I take a picture of J and her, where she does not look into the camera, but into a void, yet all her focus, all that is left of it, seems on J.

What I’m learning from Chris comes down to some unbelievably simple insights. I can play any melody in the right, and the chords to it in the left. I thought I’d have to play chords in the right, with the voicings so cleverly chosen that the melody comes out on top. I thought I’d have to do arpeggios and all sorts of rhythmic patterns in the left, and without those, it wouldn’t sound like a song at all. But all of that is optional. I can and I should play without any of it, and build it up slowly while always playing. So abundantly clear that I must learn again to play like a child, cherishing each and every progress. but actually make it.