I bought this lamp yesterday. It only cost me 30kr (about £3).
The girl I bought it from at the flea market didn’t know if it worked but I had a good feeling about it.
Now it sits on the bookcase I bought last year at the second-hand shop near where I used to live. And which itself is slowly being filled with the books I buy here in Copenhagen.
I left everything behind when I came here and the only thing I miss is my books.
But books are just books, I guess. I’d read most of them anyway.
Possessions are only as valuable as the stories they bring with them. I used to be able to look at my books and remember instantly which second-hand bookshop or charity shop I had bought them at, and even who I was with.
In that way the inhuman acts of material acquisition we carry out unthinkingly everyday become somehow more human.
Always buy used. That’s my advice.