At the risk of sounding like a complete "cultured," too-cool-for-you hipster type, I would like to say that one of my current obsessions right now is vinyl.
I know it gets old hearing all the relentless twenty-somethings babble on about how much they love an old format they weren't even alive to understand, but I'm glad that records are something that have survived the decades and that I am able to enjoy them.
My college is situated right around an artsy, thriving downtown area, and exploring the city means browsing a lot of vinyl at the local record store. I may be one music and word obsessed girl, but I find visits to the bookstore and record shop so enjoyable. I could literally be there for hours, sifting through titles and albums.
I think that it's more fun to splurge on something when there's somewhat of a special occasion for it. This year I'm on staff for my university's newspaper, but I haven't touched any of the earnings. In a sort of way to reward myself, and celebrate the end of my third semester of college, I bought this beauty at my favorite record store. It's a perfect album for vinyl; it sounds haunting and ancient and gorgeous at the same time. I wasn't a massive Coldplay fan before, but this record changed my mind. It's an absolute piece of art.
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