(This is the post number 100).

I always liked to imagine myself working in a radio, playing records.
In my imagination, this radio is a quiet and little room, isolated and nearly dark, where only a single person can stay: with a table lamp, just to read the titles.

As I said, I used to imagine me there, in a dim light, with my records.
I have usually thought, also, that I would not like to speak so much. Indeed, I would rather try to speak less than possible.

Speaking to fill the time, I don’t know how to deal with this. This need that certain style, and it seems to me to add uselessly things, things just explain themselves.
Actually, I never worked in a radio. I have this site.
(Andrea Pacquola)