The persimmons are turning, took long enough. The bananas are still green but organic and taste better. The tofu mixed w tamari, chick pea flour and garlic turned out nice. I eat late at night, old habits die hard, it’s more sensible to choose fruit. Isn’t fruit mostly water? I wrote a song with a metaphor about a guy I knew who was a braggart and displayed nothing deeper. I compared him to someone that only plays piano in C. Later in the song I referenced someone else we used to know, who in a way lost their mind and would give anything to remember what playing in C meant. I like how an idea for a song leads to unexpected other ideas, sometimes even unexpected resolutions.