In Minden NE they have a museum that seems like maybe it’s just a bunch of junk I’ve paid to see. Then I came across sealed off living rooms across the decades and this one creeped me out because I felt for sure I’d been in it before.
My parents and grandparents had spaces a lot like this.
Bro! You’re not wrong.
I have a painting in my office wrapped as tightly as possible until I can have it restored. It sat over my late grandmother’s rocking chair where she smoked like a chimney. I made the mistake of touching the painting to pick it up and the cigarette tar was wet like jelly. She died nearly 25 years ago and the painting is still wet in that shit!
🤢🤮🤮🤮