I don’t expect I’ll ever own property. And as a comic artist, this is a prudent belief. But there’s this house down the street from me, and dude! It is clearly meant to be mine. It has two tiny businesses at the bottom, which in my version of things would be filled by a cafe and some kind of all-purpose shiny-hunter’s adventure market. Brandon could have the first floor, and I could have the second. Why can’t this just happen? Why I can’t I have a magical pony and a million dollars?
Anyway. Tomorrow I’ll put up my Goblin Market inventory. The universe may never provide, but I’ll keep hinting all the same.