a cure for the common block

The Goldberg Variation

At the end of a winding road there stands an old farmhouse. Inside this long-
abandoned house there is a hallway, with pictures of the former residents hanging
from rusted nails barely clinging to the walls. At the end of this hallway is a
faded oak door to the cellar, the stairway long gone, devoured by termites. In
this cellar are boxes and rats, dust and shadows, and in the corner is something
large and shrouded. A grand piano sits beneath this shroud, but it once sat on
stages, its keys booming with Beethoven and dancing with Tchaikovsky. Now it
simply waits, silently, occasionally moaning as its wires creak and break.

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