LOFI
The sounds that once was the background music to our lives has slowly become the records we spin on the turntable
And the books we once cried into have started to yellow around the edges and become tattered.
The friends we once had and conversations we kept have been archived into our memories.
Still you stop to read my heart and know I am still here.
Forever learning, changing, and being remade like our favorite films when we were younger.
Trying to become the cult classic that we can look back on and discover how true we were to ourselves in that time and space.
I pour a glass of wine and find that movie on DVD, I open my journal while that record spins behind everything. Just as I start to write a quote from a book that saved my life enters my mind.
Chapter 1.
















