Analagous to the 4 corners (beats) of common time (C), my life is a cycle of corners. More specifically, many corners, boxes in fact. I sleep in a box, I travel in a box, I work in a box, I return in a box, repeat cycle. Makes me think of two parallel squares, like a musical duet, with the fabric between a 3D representation of the sound that is realised.

I am sure there have been days, sets of which, when I have not spoken face to face with someone. Sometimes alone, mostly lonely. Note to self; work more on alone. It is not as pronounced now, at least my roof has a bevel.