Melting Down at Ikea by David Henry Sterry

After my mother's death, I decided to become a new person: kinder and more organized. I knew she'd like that. First stop: Ikea, to buy a new desk, filing cabinet, and shelving. Retail grief-therapy. Ikea is a Scandihoovian superstore packed to the rafters with everything you need for home and office. All made with Nordic unfuss and anti-ostentation, cheap as dirt, assemble-at-home, with names, like the humlarp, the gluk, and the huskvllurple. The gigantor warehouse is a buzzing hive crammed with consumer bees: groovy grannies, teenqueens, we-just-moved-in-together couples, we're-so-over-each-other couples, neo-hippies and post-yuppies. I'm looking forward to forgetting my grief, embracing the opiate of consuming, and escaping to the mundane.

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