There is a dream sequence in LOST where my character finds himself playing a piano on a beach with the surf coming in a submerging the instrument. That night I went home and wrote this poem struck by the image of something with so much potential beauty as a piano ruined by the waves the water the sun. The wood soaking and then expanding and everything warping and it never being the same again. In impermanence of life and how sad and beautiful it is at the same time. #becurious
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