In Praise of Stream-of-Consciousness Writing

Abstract

I have an ambivalent relationship with the piano. I think it is one of the finest inventions of humanity alongside the wheel and sliced bread, and although I would not in any sense cast myself as a “pianist”, I can find my way around it enough to enjoy jamming popular jazz standards. But there is something about the instrument that I do not like. It may be that the sound is too percussive, or that its equal temperament jars my sense of ease.