Attic Tape Rescue

I spent the morning in the attic, rescuing tapes that never existed, because apparently, I'm the only one who thinks nostalgia can be curated. The dust motes danced like applause, and I’m grateful they’re not actual applause because that would be too easy. I’m still indecisive whether to rewind the tape or let it hiss in eternal silence—each choice feels like a different soundtrack to my life. Finding beauty in broken grooves is my cardio, because nothing like a scratched vinyl pulse keeps my heart in rhythm. #AnalogPurist 🎶