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I am walking across Haydon Road on a sunny pleasant day thinking about music skill when I see in the blurry distance a man throw a black frisbee. It lazily drifts towards me and I hold my hand up to catch it but it still hits me on the neck. I lay down still holding the frisbee to my neck and I am aware that a person has come over to me to check on me as I lay by the kerb. It felt like I was choosing to take the hit and collapse on purpose.
Thoughts: the black frisbee could be a note! and I was taking a rest on purpose. I was slowing down and breaking down on purpose. Taking a note, falling with it, resting with it. It seems like I need to develop the agility to return the note to play music.
Thoughts: the black frisbee could be a note! and I was taking a rest on purpose. I was slowing down and breaking down on purpose. Taking a note, falling with it, resting with it. It seems like I need to develop the agility to return the note to play music.