A faraway folk-song of unknown provenance; the memory of things that might not have ever been; the music one hears in the gaze of one’s reflection: I have explored paradoxes in my music before but never has a piece been so obsessive, so obsessively devoted to finding the sound of the surreal, quantum world of the senses. From the external silence into a deepening inner cacophony where each motion, each blinking of an eye is an event of music, I tore out what sounded to me like a folk song. Its every gesture, motion, shape, its unfamiliarity, its faltering presence in my memory, formed the totality of this piece. There is nothing more here but that. To focus so singularly has been a