This is my time-traveling coat. For when I travel...through time. The clocks make me think of time, and thinking about time can be a tricky thing. I wonder if we can ever live in a world where generally speaking, people value time over money? I always thought that would be my kinda place. Britt sent me this quote the other day and it punched me in the face, so I thought I would punch all of you in the face, too. You’re welcome :)
“As a child, you are sent to nursery school. In nursery school, they say you are getting ready to go to kindergarten. And then first grade coming up and second grade and third grade. They say you are gradually climbing the ladder, making progress. And then in high school, they tell you you’re getting ready for college. And in college you’re getting ready to go out into the business world with your suit and diploma. And you go to your first sales meeting, and the say, ‘Now get out there and sell this stuff.’ They say you’ll be going on up the ladder in business if you sell it, and maybe you’ll get a promotion. And you sell it, and they up your quota. And then, finally at about the age of forty-five, you wake up one morning as vice president of the firm and you say to yourself, ‘I’ve arrived! But I’ve been cheated. Something is missing. I no longer have a future.’ ‘Wrong,’ says the insurance salesman. ‘I have a future for you. This policy will enable you to retire in comfort at sixty-five, and now you can look forward to that.’ And you’re delighted. You buy the policy, and at sixty-five you retire, thinking that this is surely the attainment, the goal of life. Except that now you have prostate trouble, false teeth, and wrinkled skin. And you’re a materialist. You’re a phantom. You’re an abstraction. You are nowhere because you were never told, and you never realized that eternity is now. There is no time.”
Vintage coat. Vintage dress. Thrifted beanie. Demonia creepers.
Until next time,
Chelsea
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