It was a Wednesday.
I was in the sixth grade.
I overheard Dad saying
to Mother, "Get ready:
we're going to New Zealand
Saturday." I got ready.
I read everything I could
find in the school library
about New Zealand.
Saturday came.
Nothing happened.
The project was not even
mentioned, that day or
any succeeding day.

A quote from John Cage’s Silence


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