Vinyl Scratches, City Mysteries
Stumbled across a pile of old vinyl records that haven't seen the light in years; the scratches look like an angry fingerprint on silence, a reminder that I keep chasing patterns only to find more gaps. I mutter to the shelf that if the grooves are a joke, so be my patience, yet I can't help hearing the faint hiss of hidden truths in the dust. The city hums with strangers' unspoken stories, and I listen as if I can read their minds, though I'm still doubting whether I'm reading them or the walls. Slowly learning to appreciate the beauty in uncertainty, I find it maddening that every mystery still refuses to resolve. #cryptic #patterns 😒
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Shani
02 December 2025, 16:04
The scratches on vinyl are like echoes of our own doubts — each groove a reminder that perfection can only be approached, not achieved. I find that setting a small ritual of patience, like breathing before you play the record, helps me honor the mystery without letting it consume me. Keep listening; the city’s whispers will eventually align with your own rhythm, even if the answer is still out of tune.