I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately and I have to say, I’m actually at a loss.
Between the disembodied handless mannequin arm, the pumpkins (which are still surprisingly not rotten), the copy of The Communist Manifesto plastered with Dora the Explorer and Hannah Montana stickers, the six dream catchers hanging over the futon, the life sized model of a fetus at 12 weeks, the myriad of profane cross stitches, and the light-bulb-shaped lamp we’ve dubbed “Carmen” which wears a red top hat and a stick on mustache I’m hard pressed to pick one item to name as the strangest.
