I like things! There, I said it! Fine things, unique things, rare things, anything? My room is my fantasy villa, filled with the trinkets of King Solomon’s mine, the coveted treasures of Smaug, The relics of isildur! Sigh, Fantasy, good eh? <Looks around…. Fantasy should be reality (-_-) When Fish ride bicycles….
I’m getting off track….
Things, we all love them some of us more than others, No one can deny the ecstasy of a find at a deal. The feels, you know them, cause we’ve all been there. I’m a big believer in the Chinese Zodiac, funny to hear from a man of science. I’m a Wood Rat and proud of it and Rats always have nice things… They never however have any money… snicker
What is it about my trinkets… I won’t outlast most of them, I tell myself I’m leaving a legacy something to pass on, My room and future home will be a tiny time capsule, to step in is to step into me. I feel safe in its walls… Escapism, we all fall into our vices for escape. I love mine… Shes that fickle mistress that steals from me, slaps me and then comes back home and I invite her in… Oh sweet oblivion.
My recent discovery of hole in the wall pawnshops is not helping, <I’m looking at you Rose, my sweet little drug dealer, I went once. The first hit was free… Send help, no send money!>
The life is a hard one. My wallet will one day put a hit out on me, Non collectors scoff and I trudge on juggling my double edged sword. I’ve come a long way from my youthful shopcounters. Every purchase is thought about coordinated. Money means so much more now and I covet it <Looks at above blog… Well that’s contradictory> In the end, it my escape, my passion…I have to extend myself onto the canvas. The bitter pill I swallow. Physician heal thyself. Every item tells a story, life’s a story and whats a story without illustrations my margins are my shelves
I see it as the pursuit of a gentleman, a gentleman’s gentleman, a modern day resonance man…
The strong, the mighty, the forces of evil can never destroy… The powers of the Wonderman & though the most formidable journey lies ahead, only one will prevail. Wonder, Wonder, Wonderman!
Whats my title? <Looks up> The Microvangelist huh? Well I guess church is out!