are coincidences like art?

wednesday july 21 2010. We picked cherries in Meanwhile Gardens. No one else does. They’re sour and sweet. Nassim told me that in Afghanistan they eat cherries with lemon and a little salt.  Then I heard on the radio that Beethoven wrote in a letter to a friend, ‘please send me some more stewed cherries, but cooked properly, without lemon.’

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