The piano

1. The piano

I am 5 years old. 

The greatest bane of my existence is this regal piano that stands before me. 

This is a procedural sequence that emulates the monotony of my practicing piano. When I stop playing, an argument ensues between my mum and I, signaled by the ominous footsteps leading upstairs and the heavily distorted text on screen. This is an argument with her that I had for the very first time then, but versions of it invariably found themselves into our conversations many times since then. The incisive conclusion from my mum is always the same, that I am unable to keep any promises to myself and to her, that I will always 半途而废 or “fall by the wayside”.  

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1. The piano

https://fllfrmgrce.itch.io/the-piano 

2.  I (have) memorized these streets

https://fllfrmgrce.itch.io/i-memorized-these-streets  

3.  My conversation with my mum over the phone in which I try to tell her about Rent the musical with varying degrees of success

https://fllfrmgrce.itch.io/my-conversation-with-my-mum-over-phone-in-which-i-try...

4. Anthems for an eighteen year old girl who'd much rather

https://fllfrmgrce.itch.io/anthems-for-an-eighteen-year-old-girl-whod-much-rathe...