when i was younger: a slightly on-the-fritz toaster that's been with you since your uni dorm days and you haven't felt the need to replace yet because the slight char on your bread has become an acquired taste, whose case is slightly sun-bleached from its place by the window, sitting quite happily on the kitchen counter on a thursday afternoon
i think i'm slowly into my arc of becoming a battered, well-loved, sticker-covered student's laptop who hasn't given up yet somehow despite a good few close calls
eventually, the aim is a bottle of orange liqueur sitting in a minibar or on a kitchen counter next to a stack of board games ready for a games night