M. , and I would start to work at five o'clock, so I found a supermarket nearby and bought some bread and beverage to stuff my stomach before I sat down to rest on a bench on a piece of green land.
That land never ends. That keyboard is infinite. And if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano.
Although I am not sure of how to dispose of the ashes, I believe that to be buried under a tree or in the land beneath a bench would be of great significance.