Geiger Shelter

Somewhere underground, a turntable is still spinning.

I've been down here longer than I can remember. Shelves of vinyl I pulled from the ruins... jazz from dance halls that don't exist anymore, piano from fingers that turned to dust decades ago. I clean the grooves. I replace the needles. I make sure the music doesn't forget itself.

No lyrics here. Just instrumental jazz. Saxophone. Piano. Bass. The quiet sounds of a world before the fire.
I keep a notebook by the turntable. Every name that passes through this frequency gets written down. Not for me... for the records. So they know someone is still listening.

If you're here... stay a while. The next record is almost ready.

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