I’m listening to a recording of Thomas Larcher playing a Schubert impromptu (D 946, no. 2). It’s a near-perfect match with how I am right now. I could write for a thousand pages, and not get nearly as close to the heart of the matter as Schubert managed to.

Tonight I’m making sushi and udon noodle bowls with veggies for dinner, and I’m going to see a performance of Dido and Aeneas. I haven’t gotten out much recently.