Thanks to the wireless (that word still works), the evening after the walk into the old city was remarkable. Live Gotterdammerung, followed (within moments) by a major American orchestra with a quasi-semi-staged Carmen. But these things over the wireless (except for the news) are of value only to the degree they crystallize something in the texts at hand. Still slogging though the neo-Kantians, and have taken a break from reading the Pittsburgh philosophers of the last century to listen to a few series of Locke Lectures in the evenings.
Controversial use of a tablet as a score by one of the performers in the Carmen. Having done many staged readings, I thought it was fair, though risky for entirely metatheatrical reasons best left to agents and producers. (It struck me that the others were likely taking visual prompts from something on the back wall, actually.) Carmen stands for poetry, incidentally. He has to kill it to make theatre. Finita la commedia.
To fall into the usual course of thinking and working would be to fall. Especially on these coasts. Teetering onward.