What we need here, are more charming junkshops.One thing I love about thrift-shopping (no, not frantic fleas where mass-manufactured store rejects or secondhand branded goods are hurriedly scavenged by masses) are the stories behind the carelessly-displayed knickknacks.
Going through junk shops often lead you to wonder the stories behind the dusty chain of dreamcatchers and wind chimes, the abandoned typewriter and collection of paper pinhole cameras. Rifling through a box of records is equally invigorating; a person who had previously owned a queer combination of 1980s alternative rock bands and the Everly brothers is someone I'd like to meet.
Junkshops are, in a way, a simple way of keeping memories alive. It makes us all innately inter-connected somehow, the same way one can feel when experiencing the finer things in life: a cup of tea and biscuits with friends, a midnight sojourn with the good old paperback.
So here we go, conjuring up images and epic, novel-like stories of people we've never met and probably never will. That would be, a great day spent :)
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