You’ve Wandered Into a High Concept Store, Prepare to Be Confused

You’ll wish you never entered

Luka Bönisch
Jane Austen’s Wastebasket

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You’re walking the streets minding your own business when suddenly something in the corner of your eye grabs your attention.

You turn and look at the large window of what seems to be a store. Your first gaze through the window doesn’t tell you anything about the nature of this store.

You’d consult the shop’s name if there were one displayed. There isn’t.

Although you don’t know what the matter with this strange-looking store is, your at least five-second peek through the window tells you there is stuff inside. Every store has stuff. So that at least seems to be a normal sign.

Ah, what the hell! You’re not in a hurry and you’re feeling slightly adventurous. Let’s just check it out. Oh, you poor fool.

You locate the door. That’s another good sign; every respectable store has a door. You step inside.

As soon as the door shuts behind you, something feels quite off.

You look around and what you see is bewildering.

There are two similar-looking bowls, a wooden stool, a painted vase with a fake rose, a sweater, a t-shirt, and a scarf on a rack, a small batik pillow, a few other vaguely…

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