It has this vaguely melancholy feel that really works for me, IDK how. That and the way the curtains are always blowing. Somehow it gives me this feeling of like, precious memories from a childhood gone by. There’s an air of reflection to the art. It makes me think of my own life as a sad gay teenager, lacking things like this, somehow. Like a “what could have been.” Maybe that’s just me, but I swear that feeling is there in the text.
