
I’m fascinated by the notion of “possessions”. Not like the Demonic kind, but the kind that you keep. I’ll buy a chair at an antique store because I don’t like the chairs at IKEA. I have to have the right chair because it’s mine after I buy it, and if I like it then it’s something close to me. “Mine” is what you call yourself to others. After a few years I’ll have a room full of things that are me.


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