ㅤ𝕿he day went cold with scotch mist abrade the pearl-gray sky. The clouds were adorned the surface of earth. The raindrops deigned to touch all and sundry’s skin. The old vinyl was played 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐨 tone, slowly but surely to savour the atmospheric pressure on that evening. Wearing his headphone on the shell-like, and be all ears to 𝒆𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒆 that comes out from the media player.

ㅤ𝕮ascading through the blinding gaudy from the rays of the sun, eventually 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐦 was appeared concomitantly the grin from the man. Sojourn to his treasured vinyl store. The man with the 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔠 look, serrated gaze that can throb the eyes whose look at it without deviation. Wandering around the metropolis, outwardly shilly-shallying the arbitrary mind. Lassitude can be drawn clearly on his face.