My story starts at sea... the wild waters roar and heave

[dokkaebi]

I like living near trees, if only because in the morning, when through my open window I hear the sound of wind rushing through the leaves, my sleep-addled brain can misinterpret it as the sound of waves rushing up a shore. An illusion that is spoiled nowadays more often than not by the inexplicably bovine bellows of my neighbors in the apartment complex three feet from mine.

I am convinced that they just like making noise.

Anyway, have a video about the woes of Korean pianists. I felt like this a lot when I was still thumping away at our studio piano, and occasionally on the baby grand in the dorms. Except I was mostly murdering Beethoven and the theme songs to animes, and not attempting Rachmaninoff. That shit's liable to drive you nuts.