our songs are not safe anymore. they do not recognize our voices. they do not make a sound. and they are too familiar. now that they are over, let us hide them away. let them be forgotten. let someone else find them. let them surprise us anew.
In which a long-time record collector decides which albums to keep and which to cull, supplemented by other commentary and poems
I love your display photo. OMG!
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