I am playing the
piano, which wouldn't be
remarkable except for the fact that I don't play the piano. I easily read the
sheet music, playing some very
modern-sounding music, which could have been composed by
Shostakovich if he ever wrote anything for the piano.
Everything is very calm and extremely normal. When I arrive at the last chord of the piece, I realize I do not know what I am doing. I forget whatever it is that I know about how to play the piano. So, I have to look closer at the sheet music. I look very closely, getting my nose right up to the paper, but I see nothing helpful. Then I think it would be good to look at the music from a higher angle, because this will let me see the entire chord I am supposed to play. As I stand up, the music becomes a row of stacks of rectangular tupperware containers. The stacks have a very deep meaning, as far as the music is concerned, because they somehow convey more than the regular-looking sheet music can. I try to play the tupperware chord, but I still foul it up.