Xeno's paradox.

Decades later, nothing is done. Going in new directions means often getting lost on unknown stylistic streets, but gradually they become familiar. One song in its fifty-seventh form is nearing completion, unless I deem necessary to move to 58. I'm not good with finishing, until everything is perfect, which never happens, which is why I'm not good with finishing. When my perfectionistic ideal is able to compromise with practicality, 'demonstration' will be done. SOON. Or so I tell myself.