vicques

it's been ages since the last time someone made me a cd, so i bought myself mixed tapes from an antiquarian. apparently the whole stack of cassettes i found there belonged to the same person. a stack of new wave and industrial cassettes, in an antiquarian, in Turkey? since there were too many to choose from i just laid my hands on the mixed ones. listening to them will be a ritualistic experience. i'm planning to go back for the rest sometime people who have known me for more than a few years are going to be pretty surprised to hear this: i finally had an actual haircut. there are no dead strains of hair reaching to my knees anymore.