A Hyper text story.

Stay with me...

I stared at Carole's face on the record sleeve. Warm, pleasant memories filled my mind. Yes, definitely I should take the LP with me. Perhaps I should even frame it since the sleeve was in good condition, and its artwork didn't actually hurt my eyes.

So I packed the old record in the last open moving box of mine, sealed the box and left to the new city as optimistic as a little boy. I was living through a warm small time adventure.