The pain of boxes unopened, on a table blessed with space Human kind can not bear very much reality – T.S. Eliot One work delivered. This one inspired by thoughts of old palaces and the zither One work waiting. This inspired by high windowed lofts and Laotian temples July started on a high, after June’s lessons. It is a constant whimper, with practice that we may sing. Our new studio is spacious, yet I write this in my old office at home. Here two faithful tube lights have fallen to which we never have time to fix, but there are a hundred shiny lights at the studio, all bright.  I can uproot …