Analog glory succumbs to digital slavery. That is really unfortunate. It's harder and harder to find little bits of joy in this world. Every once in a while, I have a glorious memory like that and my kids ask me why I'm staring off into the distance.
I told my son once that he'll never know the glories of tearing through dirt roads at 3am…
Analog glory succumbs to digital slavery. That is really unfortunate. It's harder and harder to find little bits of joy in this world. Every once in a while, I have a glorious memory like that and my kids ask me why I'm staring off into the distance.
I told my son once that he'll never know the glories of tearing through dirt roads at 3am blind drunk screaming Waylon Jennings at high volume. The roads are paved and the cops would sooner shoot you than leave you alone.
Analog glory succumbs to digital slavery. That is really unfortunate. It's harder and harder to find little bits of joy in this world. Every once in a while, I have a glorious memory like that and my kids ask me why I'm staring off into the distance.
I told my son once that he'll never know the glories of tearing through dirt roads at 3am blind drunk screaming Waylon Jennings at high volume. The roads are paved and the cops would sooner shoot you than leave you alone.