buzzy cohan: a museum storage room full of artifacts.
nikki had always been good at finding her way into place she wasn't supposed to be. it was something her mother found charming, when she was alive, and something her father found irritating, when he was around. now, she didn't have to worry about disappointing anyone with her choice to see if the storage door was unlocked. it was. she couldn't help but to think that some custodian with a large ring of keys was going to be in a lot of trouble when she got caught in the room with all the packed artifacts in it. she wasn't stupid. she wouldn't touch any of them. but the thrill of being in a restricted place and the knowledge that she was surrounded by history was enough to give her a small burst of endorphins. she heard the door open again behind her not too long after entering, but she didn't turn, instead studying a box of something very big as her hands found her waist to rest on. 'can you believe all of this was made by people?' nikki called over her shoulder, still not looking to see who had discovered her trespass. 'no ones fucking creative, anymore. we used to build castles. now all we have are six starbucks on every block of the city. it sucks,' @warplanet.







