Every evening, I perform a fusion ritual with my phone and disappear into a universe populated by tiny thumbnail images of garments I would like to own. Toggling between the RealReal, SSENSE, Depop, and Poshmark apps, I imagine what my life would be like if I owned that Rachel Comey jumpsuit or that Cecilie Bahnsen dress: where I’d wear it, who I’d flirt with in it. Occasionally, I am overtaken by a dark force and click ‘buy’, but more than anything, I scroll. Most of my waking hours are spent playing Purchase Tetris, arranging and rearranging my current obsessions into a structure that allows me to acquire each and every one, meanwhile a closet of beautiful clothing hangs undisturbed in a room nearby.