The tragic loss of a peach shirt

I like seeing hippie interiors that correspond to overpriced but also adventurous-anarchist-outofthebox clothing brand ideologies. I also love how the more anarchist one claims to be, the more “ethnic” and “exotic” their aesthetic becomes. Like, there’s nothing rebellious about not having doors. Yes, I’ve been to houses where they had to hang an old bedsheet to substitute a door, and it wasn’t even remotely a socialist-like idea. Pardon my political terminology ignorance.

As much as I like the wooden frames on the ceiling, sometimes if you hang woven dream catchers too low, customers end up hitting their head against them when they’re trying to find a nice pair of jeans. With the disappointment of the price tag, there should not merge the pain of bad ergonomics.

And to top it all off, there was a sale section. Hidden in the rear corner of the shop, and it didn’t have anything I liked.

I don’t want to sound like I didn’t like it. It’s a nice shop. I like rope, too. I think it’s cutesy - but the idea that fitting rooms should resemble architecture from less worldly areas to showcase freedom whilst selling those same things that deprive the customer of achieving that freedom - sometimes American values make no sense to me. Or maybe I was just upset I didn’t get to buy that nice peachy shirt.