Sometimes I come so close to buying an object just for the sheer otherworldly qualities it possesses.
See, this hat feels like a vital appurtenance of a former life calling out to me: "Here I am, your sauna hat! You dropped me in the field on the way back from talking to Niemenin about his goat's dyspepsia. I'm sure you felt the pangs of my absence! I languished in the wildflowers three whole nights. But no worry! Now we are reunited. Let us return to the church of super-heated rocks and love one another, as in the comforting winter nights of old."
Plus, it's only twelve bucks.
And it reminds me of an ancient Buddhist bell.
See, this hat feels like a vital appurtenance of a former life calling out to me: "Here I am, your sauna hat! You dropped me in the field on the way back from talking to Niemenin about his goat's dyspepsia. I'm sure you felt the pangs of my absence! I languished in the wildflowers three whole nights. But no worry! Now we are reunited. Let us return to the church of super-heated rocks and love one another, as in the comforting winter nights of old."
Plus, it's only twelve bucks.
And it reminds me of an ancient Buddhist bell.
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