Now the shops sit empty. Or they’re vape outlets. Or pound stores. The dog on the logo—Nipper, listening to “His Master’s Voice”—is finally deaf. He’s listening to silence.
That was the waste. The waste of time. The sublime, loitering, pointless waste of time. wasted hmv
The Ghost in the Aisles
We don’t say we “went to HMV” anymore. We say we “walked past where HMV used to be.” Now the shops sit empty
To be wasted is to be left on the shelf. And now, we are all just browsing ghosts, scrolling endlessly, with nothing in our hands. The dog is gone. The music stopped. And the only thing left to waste is the memory. we are all just browsing ghosts