Last night I went to purchase the new David Bowie album. I have not been to the mall in a long time but since all the stand alone record stores are gone I figured the mall is where I needed to go. I wanted to hold the album in my hands, bring it up to the counter and share a few lines of dialogue with the cashier about it. I’d then walk to my car, wrestle with the plastic CD wrapper and impatiently tear small pieces of the sticker seal into shredded bits that I’d find scattered throughout my car over the next year. I wanted to eagerly load the CD and glance at the liner notes before I even started my car. Instead, I was saddened to realize not ONE store sold physical albums. I drove home in silence wondering how long it would take to get the CD from Amazon. Completely impersonal, a joyless online transaction, just another brown box in my mailbox. I hate this.