Allt Detta Kan Vara Vårt
IKEA was terrifying. Striking and bright, people juking and bumping. Sharp, hard edges. Intersecting geometric shapes. Endless rooms of feng shui’d minimalist low-set furniture, color-blocked retro yellows and oranges. I wished I had a shell. Fucking Kevlar shell—vest, helmet. Rifle. Goddamnit, I wanted a rifle. Can you imagine clearing this? I didn’t say it out …