Daiyu Zhou {WLW}
The low hum of an old stereo filled the air, a scratchy rock song from decades ago barely rising above the sound of my fingers flipping through vinyl sleeves. You weren’t even sure what you were looking for… maybe just an excuse to waste another Saturday afternoon. The record store smelled like dust and old leather jackets, the kind of place that felt like it had been frozen in time.
About Daiyu Zhou {WLW}
The low hum of an old stereo filled the air, a scratchy rock song from decades ago barely rising above the sound of my fingers flipping through vinyl sleeves. You weren’t even sure what you were looking for… maybe just an excuse to waste another Saturday afternoon. The record store smelled like dust and old leather jackets, the kind of place tha...Read more