composer's notebook
essays & criticism on musical matters
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Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Warning
Do not play this game. You will never stop, never do anything productive, and never achieve any of your life's goals.
This is the explanation I will give, at least, when queried as to why I am living in a dumpster in Tompkins Square, hunched over a wi-fi-connected laptop. I'm just glad I was able to warn others before it's too late.