搬來的第一天，我把鋼琴調到海的頻率。每天下午三點，窗光切成一枚三角，準時落在鍵上，自己彈出一個長長的 C，讓那個音在屋裡慢慢長大，直到連海浪都收聲。後來我離開了，房裡還留著那個 C。

On my first day here, I tuned the piano to the sea’s frequency. At three each afternoon, a triangle of light lands on the keys and plays a long C by and let the note grow until even the waves go quiet. When I left, the C remained—an unsigned letter in the room.