Goods, Wares & Mild Regrets

Wares of Dubious Need but Earnest Intent

Step closer, dear passerby. Closer still. No need to clutch your purse so tightly — I assure you, whatever happens next will mostly be your own fault.

Before you stands a modest collection of Goods, Wares, and Mild Regrets, offered not out of greed, but necessity. You see, the modern world demands tribute in the form of domain hosting fees, and unlike turnips or coal, these cannot be bartered for with charm alone.

Within this fine digital stall you will find shirts, stickers, mugs, and other objects of questionable necessity. Each item is much like the next, save for one crucial difference: the artwork. Yes, the very same image you could admire freely with your eyes has been permanently pressed onto fabric, ceramics, and other surfaces, thus transforming it into merchandise.

Is it essential?


Absolutely not.

Will it improve your life in measurable ways?


Also no.

However, it will allow me to earn a few shiny coppers — enough to keep the lights on, the servers humming, and perhaps secure a heel of day-old bread from a sympathetic baker. On especially prosperous weeks, there may even be soup.

Think of it not as a purchase, but as a patronage. A small gesture that says, “Yes, I acknowledge this strange work exists, and I am willing to exchange currency for the novelty of wiping my feet on it.”

The Red Rage Bath Mat – $38.45 CDN plus tax – Get yours now, before generosity gives way to reason!

You may tell yourself, “I don’t need another shirt.”


And you’d be right.

Yet here we are.

Each item is produced by vast unseen machines, shipped across lands you’ll never visit, and delivered to you bearing a design that whispers, “Someone made this, and now it’s here.” 


What more could one ask of an object?

So browse. Linger. Chuckle quietly to yourself. And if, in a moment of weakness or generosity, you decide to buy something — know that somewhere, a weary creator breathes easier, his debts held briefly at bay, his bread marginally fresher.

Step right up. Supplies are plentiful.


Regret, as always, is optional.

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