I ran out of incense, which might not sound life threatening, but you do get used to the aroma in The Archive and it seems to inspire the lamps, and the artefacts, and the books, and the posters, and the guitars, and the amps, and oh yeah - the records. There’s nothing quite like a cup of tea, a Nag Champa and a choccy biscuit, the world’s comfiest couch, and an amazing album. But then that scenario generally works on the theory that you have a lovely warm stereo system, missing in a lot of modern homes. It’s like fast food, how could something that tastes worse and comes quicker compete with something slower and better? It couldn’t possibly work.
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