Or in the life itself...
However, that night, apart from a really gelivable performance which I enjoyed at Halle aux Grains, I did not feel anything special because of these "special" days. Or worse - Just before the concert, I met a person who I got to know on the night before her birthday, which made me consider such things more meaningless. The second day I walked around Toulouse again. I visited the same flower shop and was recognized by the lady - I had been there for only once! Even I myself was not sure if it was the same person who attended me. But she did. So I showed to her pictures of the plant which she had wrapped so carefully to make it possible to be taken on hand to Barcelona. That was really nice experience! Meanwhile all the artificial moods that I intended to integrate in that selfie post was fragile, senseless and proved not connected one with each other in reality (Reference link here).
Recently I have been talking with friends on today's CD booklets and concert program notes. I am doubting what will be left if information is quit from such texts. Does the art need to survive by marketing? I am not sure.
By now, a little more of Ivan Aivazovsky (forwarded from a douban user):
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