this little jar by nom & malc
I used to have an empty extra room at my old place, where I imagined I left space in my life for more, someday.
Time passed, and I disowned almost everything about that life, and found that in reality, I’m the one who lives best in the empty room of another.
Since then, I haven’t taken on many new belongings, except this little jar filled with lols.
My prized possession.
