Buying old things is my weakness, an old lamp, a dress, or even a pair of used underwear. Actually that’s not true, underwear is where I draw the line. I don’t buy used underwear, they’re just a bit to close to the holy as we say in Swedish. Get it?
This old lamp I found online and had to go pick it up far away in Buda. Things I do on a Friday for some old crap, but I enjoyed my time out with it. It’s not every day you hang out with a lamp in front of a church. Quite cool, I thought. I should take my furniture out more often.
Same thing on the tram, this lamp was made for the tram! A woman even sat down next to me and said she has the same lamp at home and that it’s fucking cool. Now I wonder if she actually lived on the tram.