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The end of the world.
Take a piano.
The keys begin, the keys end.
You know there are 88 of them and no-one can tell you differently.
They are not infinite, you are infinite.
And on those 88 keys the music that you can make is infinite.
I like that.
That I can live by.
But you get me up on that gangway
and roll out a keyboard with millions of keys,
and that's the truth, there's no end to them,
that keyboard is infinite.
But if that keyboard is infinite there's no music you can play.
You're sitting on the wrong bench.
That's God's piano.
Christ, did you see the streets? There were thousands of them!
How do you choose just one?
One woman, one house,
one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to look at,
one way to die.
All that world weighing down on you without you knowing where it ends.
Aren't you scared of just breaking apart
just thinking about it, the enormity of living in it?
I was born on this ship.
The world passed me by, but two thousand people at a time.
And there were wishes here,
but never more than could fit on a ship,
between prow and stern.
You played out your happiness on a piano that was not infinite.
I learned to live that way.
Land
is a ship too big for me.
It's a woman too beautiful.
It's a voyage too long. Perfume too strong.
It's music I don't know how to make.
I can't get off this ship.
I’m blessed I can step off my life.
After all, I don’t exist for anyone.