ON THE EIGHTY-FOURTH DAY OF THE YEAR

This night doesn't have music.

It has silence. Utter, total silence.

Some nights have. From classical

thunder to the jazz of a howling

wind, rising and falling. This has

none. Except music of silence,

unnerving, leaving you waiting

for the first chord that never

comes. A night composed

by John Cage.

26.03.2023

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