Usually in the city It's not amazing the things that people throw away but what people actually owned in the first place.
My windows look over a shared courtyard, where the building's garbage bins are located. Over the last few months I've spotted a big ugly teddy bear, dirty cabinets, weird textbooks on massage techniques, New Kids On the Block cassettes, rusted weights and many other crappy things.
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I forgot how small my place is, because this chair that once looked tiny outside is gigantic inside my room. I gave it a quick scrub before putting it in the corner near my bookshelf. Yes, that's my thighmaster peeking out from underneath. The pillow I already had on my coach, it's hiding a tear in the fabric of the chair.
Do you think it looks ok? Too crowded? Is it weird that I don't know who owned the chair before?
News: Cost of Necessities Rises in New York Oh great! Like I needed an article to tell me this.
etc: here are some more photos of my little studio.
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