The Legend of 1900

向经典致敬： I think land people waste a lot of time wondering why. Winter comes and can't wait for summer, summer comes and you never can wait for winter. That's why you never tire of traveling or chasing some place far away, where it's always summer. Doesn't sound like a good bet to me. In all that sprawling city, there was everything except an end. There was everything. But there wasn't an end.  Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are 88 of them and no-one can tell you differently.  They are not infinite, you are infinite. And on those 88 keys the music that you can make is infinite. You played out your happiness on a piano that was not infinite. I learned to live that way. But if that keyboard is infinite there's no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano. Christ, did you see the streets? There were thousands of them! How do you choose just one? One woman, one house, one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to look at, one way to die. All that world weighing down on you without you knowing where it ends.  I was born on this ship. The world passed me by, but two thousand people at a time. Land is a ship too big for me. It's a woman too beautiful. It's a voyage too long. Perfume too strong. It's music I don't know how to make.  I can't get off this ship. At best, I can step off my life. After all, it's as though I never existed.  Forgive me, my friend. But I'm not getting off.