Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, I pretend it’s 1974.
There’s a landline in the hallway.
A black & white TV. Two channels. No remote.
A transistor on the kitchen windowsill.
A record player in the lounge room. For special occasions.
That’s it. That’s all.
My mind stills. My nervous system settles.
Then I think, I should blog about this.