Yesterday I had a terrible nightmare. I was in an enormous store, two floors stocked high with goods to the ceilings: glasses, kitchenware and patio chairs; curtains, bed linens, rugs and carpets; chairs, coffee tables and extremely ugly desks; beds, sofas and divans; tabletop lamps, floor lamps, ceiling lamps, all manner of light fixtures and projectors; entire furnished rooms - kitchens, bathrooms, bedrooms, laundry rooms, sometimes entire suites comprising various combinations of the above. This cornucopia of goods then opens into a mammoth two-storey high echoing cathedral of flat packed furniture. After wandering through this horrifying landscape, this bone-chilling concatenation of consumption opportunities, this illusion of post-scarcity prosperity and choice, the grim reality made itself known: I was in Ikea.
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