Sitting alone, with 90s EDM and buspar. Thinking of romantic kisses, truth and ignorance. Miss romantic kissing and spiritual admiring love. I’ve surrounded myself with things. Radios, records and tapes, but they have no spirit to talk to. Thinking of a vinyl LP purchased 15+ years ago for 52 cents. It was unopened, and I’ve never opened it, but tonight going to. Some soul/dance female unknown. First before breaking the seal going to check value (if it is listed) on discogs.com.