There was a time in which antique shopping provided a reprieve from the present and provided for a future adventure. While the shops pointed to the past, they were like comfort food for future stomachaches.
Now she went in them and felt nothing other than the need to sneeze. Nothing was enticing for there was no more new spaces to fill. Everything was already to the brim. It was at that point in her life where space needed to be made or otherwise things would remain static.