Recently, a record player was added to our collection. Although I have always loved music, this was my first time interacting with this old and pure technology, and I was instantly mesmerized.
The unadulterated voices suddenly had such depth.
The soft whirring was like the click-clacking of a roller coaster, building up anticipation.
The needle danced with the music, adjusting when necessary, accentuating melancholic lows and boisterous highs.
Why did we ever abandon this?