My parents have a Norland apple tree in their back yard. The apples are falling now. Once they fall off that tree, they get soft real quick. About a week ago I took one that was on the ground, rotting partially on one side, and threw it off into the woods in our backyard. It happened to fall on a small wire fence, really quite a long shot looking at the 5 in. gaps in between the 1/4 in. wire. It fell directly on a cross piece of the wire. It's still there, brilliant red in a sea of green trees, suspended in the air. I'm looking at it while writing this. If I had the money, I would hire a professional photographer to capture a photo, blow it up, and then frame it and put it in a glorious spot somewhere for all my guests to see. To me, behind the picture is the memory of picking the apples with my father. That is a pleasant memory of myself with him, which is a rarity to me.

In music school, a mentor shared his opinion that, "the most important thing about music is what it means to you."

If you chose to objectify your valuation of art. Great. If you want to share why it is valuable to you, fantastic. If you want to keep your valuation to yourself, whatever works for you.

It is a free country (lulz).

Kanye 2020