A dream, largely forgotten, that I'm going through a pile of boxes, long, thin, pulling out packing paper and finding nothing.
Maybe I'm at the thrift shop?
Only in one box I find a sterling silver cleaning rod for my flute. And I'm thinking how useful is this, how beautiful, given how seldom I play but still I should have this, it's my unquenchable taste for fancy things.
(... Probably related to the fact I have to clean my apartment for the annual inspection, under a week to go, my flute, open upon my radiator, not played since last I played with it, littered with picture frames, untouched canvases, paper mache projects begun, paper shredded, folded, cut, but never completed...today should be the day to get a start on all of this...)