Vintage items have a strange kind of gravity. New things come and go — their prices rise, fall, shift with trends. But older pieces… they carry the weight of every hand that held them, every shelf they sat on, every year they survived. Sometimes a box is worn, sometimes it’s pristine, and that alone can change everything. A single crease can lower the value, while an untouched corner can send it soaring.
There’s something bittersweet about that — how time can either wear something down or make it precious. How care, or the lack of it, leaves a mark you can’t undo.
I can imagine what’s gonna happen next.