I ask a little girl among my friends and she says don't go on with it. A wine bottle long and tall whose waters must be spilled over the line strung out above the altar. Then wax congeals and long drops hang from the line and ZK reads them. Singing paintings make me weep. Vast halls and restaurants.
Orchestras play surrounding an immense interior.
Drummers and glockenspiel operators flail their gongers but the beautiful haunting song which lured me in has vanished utterly. Someone objects and says these tunes will not be acceptable in Vienna in spite of the references within the musical configurations to the bass notes so typical of that which is popular there. I am simply preoccupied with producing these musical doodles however which vanish anyway as I write them likes notes on air. Swimming with the ancient barge across the ocean - pulling it by its rope through night time water.