You love music, and browse billboards for some excellent concert.
You find a concert and buy a ticket, long in advance, half a year or so.
Then you fall sick and nobody can locate where cancer cells come from.
Then you die.
And your seat stays empty all concert.
I love to go to the conservatoire. Addicted to it. If I am not there for a month, I have a withdrawal. It gives 2 hours of pure pleasure. Love to be there alone. I close my eyes, music helps to put thoughts in order.
This time I was in this empty chair. Bach was wonderful as usual.
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