When You Let Yourself Be Gutted

On closure and cassette tapes

M.B.

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Photo by Max Nguyen on Unsplash

In September 2012, I purchased a portable cassette player. From a dinky thrift store that smelled heavily of cigarette smoke and a sweet, middle-aged woman who questioned why this gangly teenager had cassette tapes in that day and age. The player had served its purpose, was outdated. Perhaps it did and was — thus ending up in her store. The music was worth it…

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