I am unequivocally certain that should I have entered this shop I would have found myself in the Twilight Zone. Instead I dashed past on my way to something urgent I have long forgotten.
Week after week I wrestle with time’s infinity and terrible finiteness. Time I spend, time I waste, time I wish I had more of – like money, except I can’t borrow more (though I have tried!) and there are no refunds for misspent time that didn’t deliver on its promise. No guarantees.
I must consider this more closely. Spend more time on time.
Monday approaches, Mondays piling high, reminders (like crescent moons) that it passes. No time to waste.
Titirangi Storyteller 
OMG. Is this in NYC near bloomingdales?
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Yes – that’s the one. You must go there. Take notes and report back.
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