My hope is a broken phonograph that still tries to play. The dull stylus barely being held up by the rusted cueing lever, slowly scratching the grooves of the vinyl. The tonearm loses control that can't be regained.  The record is trying to spin, spin and spin but can’t seem to budge.  Hissing, cries and screaming for help while the tired stylus  tries to walk.  All it takes is one dusted breath.