<sigh>
Too late he realized most of the
problems were in his own subconscious. He had to go deeper, and not
externalize things so much. The music helped, something familiar
enough to give him a sense of belonging without being so specific as
to be limited to a certain place or time.
Once things moved on this layer, he
felt things would improve. He just had convince himself that what
things looked like on the surface were just that, and not part of a
systemic problem. Some of his lingering apathy melted away, there
were still people who took pride in what they did, he had just been
looking too long at the worst facets.
He pulled apart the music in his head,
placing each instrument at a different place in hypothetical globe.
It meant he had to follow the music as it moved, not merely
listening to the surface.
After a while he picked up from where
he left off. The music leaving a pattern like a faraway message
coming in. He practiced tuning and focusing more intently than
before. Some mental exercise to keep things fresh.
Tonight would be a good indicator if he
had made progress. Not that he expected things to fall into place
all at once, but he usually got a good dream if he was on the right
track.
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