It is not easy to write a simple piece. Suspiciously hard, even. I discover a new dimension of the resistance of material here. Although there are fewer notes to place, tens of thousands fewer than I usually have to deal with, suddenly I hesitate before each one and question every few that follow. If writing was like climbing, from low rocks to high mountains, then here I might be on an artificial climbing wall, designing routes. Screwing and unscrewing holds, imagining myself a bit smaller and a bit weaker, avoiding the easy illusion of being dumber.

Nevertheless, after every few dozen notes ultimately placed, another part is ready and I move forward. It seems I will not manage to realize the initial assumption about linear progression in difficulty, from grade one upwards. This would require pedagogical experience with the instrument, as I now clearly see. This reminds me that once I tried giving private guitar lessons for a while. My only student soon quit, to his own benefit and my relief.

It also reminded me of when I was no more than ten years old playing a computer game similar to Star Wars. I was the pilot of a spacecraft with the task of shooting others. The shooting interested me briefly. I steered the vehicle into empty space wanting to reach other planets. I never succeeded. Game over.