there was the time we made time to go shopping at the dollar store just to buy rubber stamps. you’d have them out one night and i was in awe – there’s something about the 26 little stamps each with a letter on them that excited me and made me want my own.
and so i walked to the mall, the big imposing block of concrete that sits opposite one of the nicest parks in the city. a park that is all about space, and community, shared meals and splashing in water. a concrete box mall full of over consumption, fast food and the relief of artificially cooled air.
finally we found each other, and the dollar store, and did the walk i always need to do, up and down every aisle, in awe of everything to buy for a dollar, or maybe a dollar twenty five. and the stamps were in the second last aisle, hiding from me almost. i bought two sets; capitals and lowercase, cursive font and straight up and down.
