What do you want from this day? To find out, think like an artist, but move like a predator. What’s good to eat? What are you in the mood for? Swagger like a king. “I own everything I see,” your eyes will say to a world full of spoons and forks and wine corks and old matches and rubber bands and dull knives, never the sharpest in the drawer. “Luckily, I know how to share,” your lips whisper to a landscape crowded with rusty garden tools and flat tires and tired cogs without a machine to call home.

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