There’s a record spinning on repeat. That’s a sound you never expected to hear. “How many more do you want to listen to?”
“I want to listen to them all.”
“That’ll take a while.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. But I don’t mind.”
The floorboards have deep cracks. The walls are so thin, on a windy day you can hear the outside, and it sounds like a jet. The tiles on the roof are falling off. You hear one clunking down, every now and then. The old hypothesis was mice or racoons. But it’s roof tiles. Not very well done, 1975. We’re glad we stole your music.