In another attempt at therapy, I decided to look at objects that please me. While on my online journey from one vintage clothes shop to another, I randomly came across “Europe’s Premier Antiquarian Booksite.”

The session backfired, leaving me craving old objects and fantasizing about a small, dimly lit, box-like apartment crowded with books and antiques and other trifles nobody appreciates but me, while I look for a place to sit amidst the things. In the dream, I live with a shiny black cat like the one I once had.