One day I plan to write about theme and variation, a delightful concept appearing in music, obviously, but also in art and storytelling.

But today is not that day.

You know how in a marathon (as if I’ve ever run one) there is a moment about four fifths of the way through when you just want to toss in the towel? I must be at that kilometre of the race.

Don’t fret for me, I trust in what comes after: the moment you “give up”—law of detachment at work!—an extra wind, more power in your kick, or a burst of adrenaline will push you past the finish line.

I’m sure that’s around the corner, just out of sight. (I’m trying to detach from the idea of detaching-so-that-the-thing-will-happen…).

Until that kick comes, here’s a photo-essay titled “April 12, A23”.

Enjoy, and good luck getting to your own finish line!