A [now] one-armed, plus-sized dashboard hula girl. Bought on purpose; dropped on accident.
Four (4) teetering stacks of books I’ve ‘borrowed” from the free library in the dead of the night because I didn’t want people to see how many times I’ve broken the ‘take one, leave one’ rule.
Plank of wood. Ribbon tied around its middle. Why.
Coffee cup from a place I’ve never been because it made me feel cultured and interesting. My life is a sham, I think?
Framed piece of lace because I didn’t think anyone’s face deserved the be housed in such a hideous, thrift store impulse buy.
Fish-shaped fish bowl.
Fish-shaped fish. He goes by Atticus Fish. His resolve is inspiring; he’s living up to his namesake. His water is a swamp, and he squeezes through tangled grasses and lingers in pockets of cleanliness.
Mug playing role of flower pot.
Elephant figurine left outside of Room 203 on 4 December 2013. The unsigned note read: here is an elephant.