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The Uncertainty of Life

Steam rises from my little glass teapot. It's the fifth brewing of the Tung Ting Oolong, so it's a little bit weak even though the color is still a clear gold. Employees of the tea shop are in front of me, an older couple across the way, and a single girl behind me. In the other room are more groups. The chatter rises above the music, but I can't understand any of it because it's all in Hungarian.

I'm here by myself. Two friends visited, but one had to go home to London, and the other to a conference in Zürich.

I have a tendency, when traveling alone, to stay holed up in my AirBnb. But after a day of that I wanted to get out. This place is perfect. I can drink my tea, feel like I'm around people, but not be distracted by their conversations.

My favorite game to play by myself is to imagine a kid version of myself could see me now. What would he think? Usually he'd just be surprised, I think. How random is it that I'm sitting in Budapest, by myself, writing? It's not significant in any way, but I wouldn't have guessed it, either.

" The Unraveling "

On Where Pianos Roam

So, it's about time that I unveiled the cover of my debut album .  .  .  . The artwork is actually an original drawing of mine that I did back about 2001.  It really was meant to be just a practice sketch for a bigger piece and a whole series of drawings, but I liked it so much that it became its own art piece.  It's called "The Unraveling".   It even comes with a poem that I might someday share.  Otherwise, I think it does quite well standing on its own. Last year, I was sitting in my bedroom wondering what in the world the album cover would look like.  I already had an old photograph in mind until I happened to look up at my wall.  There it was staring right at me.  This old sketch I had done so many years ago was beckoning to me.  It's wispy lines done in charcoal and pastel reeling me in.  I was hooked, and it was decided.  This would be the face of my debut album.  Given the themes upon which this album would be built, It just felt so right. As I was writing this, my niece banged heavily on my door.  I just let her in and picked her up.  She fell asleep in my arms instantly.  I'm having trouble even typing this.  She is so precious, and she's draped herself all over me.  These moments are magical. I guess I have to go.  Be well my friends. -g

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