隐现的世界 | | Shouts (3)
Last night he heard his records having a party on the shelf. They pulled out his dusty turntable and jumped on it one by one, so they could dance to themselves. He pretended he was sleeping. They didn’t notice and bitched about various artists he liked. In the morning, he found his records were back in place, with a few new scratches here and there. But where did these sounds go? He seriously thought there maybe is a sound collector.