I’ve longed for a grand piano for years.
Wednesday night I said: “Enough!” and I built one out of an old table, an electric keyboard, a music stand, a big swatch of black velvet and a long scarf.
Then I sat down and played it.
It was wonderful. Glorious. Halfway there. A place to truly be.
I thought about Gepetto, and his longing for a son. As a man, he had no recourse but to build one out of wood – only to realize that by building it, he created its own sense of becoming.
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