Perhaps someday I will start a lovely, quaint little store on the edge of my small town. It will be stocked with curated curios of our nostalgic pasts. These curios will have all been discarded at some point but have increased in monetary value through scarcity and longing for fading youth. One might find a reminder of a safe moment of childhood or carefree younger days. One might get an item that triggers a picture from a single day or perhaps from more dangerous, darker, adventurous days. These items, of course, will have a cost that reflects their true value in the minds of those who once had them. These folks can no longer afford them, but perhaps in my shop there is a suitable price…
Happy Halloween.
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