Diary || Ghost of Record Store

Walking around the city I saw a peculiar store run down and draped in white. I felt really drawn in by the weird sense of nostalgia this place seemed to radiate. I stepped into a dimly lit room with old records and cassettes lying around in an organised chaos. There was a man in the far corner that I almost didn't notice who explained to me that this was his art. He wanted to show how old mediums are slowly fading away and dying. It was crazy how much this place felt like home.