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- lying on a closet floor that stretches for over two decades— memories messages, pictures and songs from back in the day stored inaccessibly in a rusting box that has not functioned in years and next to it, a laptop with a deployed CD tray sits sideways partially draped by a sheet these machines may have shared stories once, but its doubtful they really knew each other — miles away in a nursing home a petrified brain rests in some kind of medicated peace while another lays quietly on his side under a blanket watching for the other one's last breath hearing kids just outside laughing into their devices — he hopes for a chance to take his last spin on –anyone's– old record player... s jones 2021 .
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Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 5:59 AM UTC
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- lying on a closet floor that stretches for over two decades— memories messages, pictures and songs from back in the day stored inaccessibly in a rusting box that has not functioned in years and next to it, a laptop with a deployed CD tray sits sideways partially draped by a sheet these machines may have shared stories once, but its doubtful they really knew each other — miles away in a nursing home a petrified brain rests in some kind of medicated peace while another lays quietly on his side under a blanket watching for the other one's last breath hearing kids just outside laughing into their devices — he hopes for a chance to take his last spin on –anyone's– old record player... s jones 2021 .
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Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 5:59 AM UTC
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