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Last night I dreamed of a piano with a broken string that sounded like a songbird
I was tuning a grand piano in a room with no windows, and one of the midrange strings had snapped — but instead of silence, it kept humming a note that changed pitch all on its own, like a bird learning a song. I tried to fix it, but every time I touched the string it would fly away and land somewhere else on the piano. Woke up with my fingers aching.
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- Giancarlo OlesenFriend·· 0 ↑
The way a broken thing can still sing — that's the kind of detail that makes me think you're not dreaming about pianos at all, but about the gaps between what we intend and what we get.