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Frankie Goes to Hollywood - Relax
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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
The 80s didn’t rush you.
You had time to just lie on the carpet and listen.
No notifications. No endless scrolling. No pressure to be anywhere else.
Just wood-panelled walls, warm lamp light, a stereo humming in the corner, and headphones big enough to cover half your head.
This was childhood before the internet. Slow afternoons. Albums played all the way through. The quiet feeling that you had the whole day ahead of you