I arrived at 11 A.M. and stayed through til four the next morning, with periodic breaks and one extended crisis of confidence around midnight. Toward the end, my brain seemed to go completely blank. Epiphany came only during an escape outside onto West Broadway: suddenly, after the insanity of unstoppable pianism within, the night sounds of the city were pure music.
Give it to me straight, like pear cider, made from 100% pears.
Philippe Petit: TEDTalk—The Journey Across the High Wire