Friday, 8 pm.
I'm lost in the scents of my own room. It's odourless, I think. I have been mesmerizing myself with the LP version of two of the Schubert's Quartets. Beethoven once said about him that his music had a Divine touch. Back in the memories, last time I heard Schubert was in a darkened classroom, and the only lights were the ones from the cd player. Right now, the turntable has itself some leds and I can feel as in the classroom, with my mates. I'm too sad, this lonely, cloudy Friday. My right eye is getting wet.
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