It started simply enough.
I had a mini fridge.
I sold it on Marketplace.
The transaction was quick.
The item moved easily.
I was hooked.
A couple of fun advertisements.
A few more dollars.
Doom scrolling over people’s castaway treasures, opportunities and oddities.
I’m into downhill skis, guitars, bicycles and rusty hammers. (and perhaps a surfboard or two)
I scored skis for the children! It was so exciting. I was thrilled because I found cheap second hand skis?
That’s what this doom scrolling is for? Cheap skis?
Or do the skis mean something else entirely?
Does it tug at the memory of when I was their age, when I started skiing?
Or am I just cheap and want to win at shopping.
I’m pretty excited to go skiing with the kids. I think it will be fun.
And every time I look at my phone, I check to see if the right skis for me have come up.
Or perhaps a guitar…
Then weird shit starts popping up.
Fifty year old tractors. Records. Clothing suggestions.
These images appeal to…
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