sunday, the end of the vinyl collection. except for the classical reckless records doesn't want. i was about to say the end of nostalgia, but i imagine it's more like the metamorphosis of nostalgia or the transmutation of objects into energy. i rather wanted to go to the graveyard afterwards but we came home to decompress and share a piece of focaccia. there are things that have an emotional weight that is not inherent in things themselves but in us that we still have to release over time. this process isn't just physical needless to say. there's art that has some difficult associations that are not in the art. i think perhaps seeing them with both r.'s eyes and mine i will see them as they are. that's enough for today. thanks be.