Eighty-eight is a number.

But for me, it’s more.

It floods my mind and fills my soul.

Wherever I go, I take eighty-eight with me.

It is black and white when you look.

It’s an infinite array of colour when you listen.

When my heart aches, it is my hiding place.

My escape.

My release.

It carries every shade of sorrow, joy, and intimacy.

I pour everything into eighty-eight.

We move together.

We play against each other.

It is never finished.

It is my pursuit.

Eighty-eight is my home.

My home.


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