I’ve been going to the same laundromat for about 15 years (No, I don’t own a washer and a dryer – this weirds a lot of people out) and I don’t think I’ve seen anything in this machine.
Ever.
Not a bag of peanuts, a stray Snickers bar, nothing.
It just kind of sits in the corner, smiling its spiral steel grin.
"From this, the treasure secretly gathered in your heart will become evident through your creative work." Albrecht Durer
