sometimes you just make error after error until
you're fascinated by them and thee occur in the
registers of timbre and approach to the instrument
itself. you're locked in there and produce the
first half of trudy. sometimes you just play
slowly and the timbre comes, bringing with it the
potential for release, but you're remaining
guarded and can do little with it, and this
produces the second half of trudy. sometimes you
have a premonition in the first half and a memory
in the second and that seems interesting to you
and you hold onto them as they bring life farther
into consciousness, holding the bad things at bay.
here is that consciousness and here is something
interesting, in 'trudy.'