Alone in the silent night, with only the tape recorder as a companion.... Rows upon rows of cassettes archived in chronological order, only a few mattered... The selection was done with great care, as they are like keys- they only open suitable locks... So the track plays and the emotions are relived, but it keeps repeating itself until the lock is open... Like a drug, it provides the necessary anaesthesia to numb the pain... When the stop button is hit, there is satisfaction and contentment. Or is there?... Come one day, the cassette would be overused and spoilt and who knows what will happen then?

The lock does not change with time, but the key does. To put up a facade of effectiveness, different keys are used over time to open the lock, but the lock never opens, coz the key is missing- right at where u know to find it.