Day 5
I am a terminally sentimental lass... In my recent web escapades, I happened across a photoset archiving the Rodney Alan Greenblat shop. I never had the chance to visit, but his artwork retrieves such fond memories of mine—that I feel obligated to mourn the locale's untimely bereavement. There are times, as I scan my belongings, I question if I charge material objects with greater importance than they truly merit. Say a friend and I set up arrangements to convoy and stir up some mischief, rabble‐rouse, monkey about, and I chance to wear a specific garment. Depending how our romp unfolds, I may come to regard that article of clothing as a testament to the closeness between us. Commensurate sappiness engrosses me when I'm gifted a something that perfectly complements my disports. :") There's security in being recognized for the things you're passionate about, and it's obvious when you're being wiled in with Votive Nothings. The extra deliberation is what separates a tangible display of fellowship from bleak consumerism—exalting mere fabric into a communiqué of your friendship, each fiber interwoven with reminiscences. Charm bracelets are another item brilliantly evocative of friendship—diversified beads...variegated and strung in delightful concordance, the tenuous string supporting them peeking through every divot...
daily augury:tasseography
current mood:clutching
for your listening:Summer Rain – Kung Fu Girls
critter companion:Armadillidium vulgare
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