I'm taking that dream as a sign, that I should make my space my own dream charity shop, where I can live in my own catechism of kitsch; as a crystal girl might charge her flourite and cleanse her carnelian, I'd, idk, ponder my beige bakelite box and dust off my late-80s-fuscia appliance
I truly think I'm being called to do that for myself and I'm so down for it

















