"see the appeal of old beat up railroad shit," she said while stoned out of her tiny latrans skull, "is the aesthetics of wabi-sabi layered on this cool thing, a piece of technology we don't really use now but which still worked okay. The way that means these things WERE beautiful, and now ARE in a different way, connects with my search to feel valid as middle-age slips away from me."
then she giggled like a schoolgirl and that kinda ruined the melancholy