My aunt gave me and my cousins Victorian glass dolls growing up. While they may have been creeped out, I was so excited because it reminded me of the evil doll from The Twilight Zone 🤩
Somebody attached a doll to the trash cage by the front door of our building. She’s been there for 2 years now, watching everyone who enters and leaves the building with her open mouthed gaze. I feel it would be bad luck to remove her.
An elegant box of luxurious freedom, a stalwart chariot of the American dream, the last bastion of ethical design, at every pit stop you emerge as a butterfly from your cacoon of forged steel.
