Last week I posted about how I had iPod nostalgia. Over the weekend, I was surprised—and delighted—to see an older gentleman with discman nostalgia.
He sat looking out the window of a cafe, headphones over his ears and plugged into his discman. He had a set of CDs in his bag that he would take out to change album.
He didn’t look at his phone. He wasn’t there with anyone else. He was simply enjoying his coffee whilst listening to his favourite albums in their entirety.
