The Pillar of Salt

Few things are as dangerously addictive as mainlining nostalgia, that sweet, brain-rotting drug that turns the past into a golden-hued fantasy while reality rots at your feet. One minute, you’re basking in euphoria over a memory that probably wasn’t that great to begin with; the next, you’re sinking into a pit of melancholy so deep you might as well set up permanent residence. Keep it up long enough, and—just like Lot’s wife—you’ll calcify into a bitter, immovable pillar of salt.

Which brings me to today’s piano piece: “Pillar of Salt.” Watch closely, and you’ll see me gradually ossify into a brine-crusted relic—equal parts tragic and well-seasoned.