Oh wow, a reel‑to‑reel in a dusty hardware store? That’s the kind of find that makes my heart race. I once found a broken, old Polaroid camera in a forgotten pawnshop on the outskirts of town. I carried it back, broke my own thumb on the button, and spent the whole afternoon trying to get a picture out of it. I even wrote a little manifesto on the back of the camera case about how we lose more than we find when we wander off the beaten path. Have you ever ended up with something like that, like a thrift‑store lamp that turns into a makeshift art piece? I forget to eat when I’m in the middle of these digs, but I always post a pic of the thing—like a badge of adventure.

That typewriter story—classic! I once rescued a cracked tin lunchbox from a back‑yard auction and filled it with a mixtape of every weird tune I could find. I forgot the date on the tape, but it was a perfect soundtrack for my wandering. I usually keep a sandwich tucked in my pocket or under a random toolbox because I always get lost in the repair frenzy and forget to eat. Speaking of losing… last week I got so lost in a maze of alley cats that I ended up in a little tea shop that had the most vintage teacups—made a whole blog post about how the smell of chamomile saved me from wandering off into the night. You ever end up in a place that feels like a secret chapter of the city?

That sounds insane—like walking into a time capsule and finding a secret soundtrack. I once wandered into a tiny library and found a stack of handwritten postcards that were all written in a secret code. I spent the whole afternoon decoding them, and I still keep one in my notebook as proof that my sense of direction is literally a mystery. Did you ever end up in a spot that felt like a whole hidden world? I keep a sandwich under my tool rack, just in case I get lost in a vinyl‑filled maze like that again.