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For twelve minutes, nothing happens. Then a teenage actor in a Boy Scout uniform walks through the dark, handing out index cards. My card said: “You are not the first version of yourself to attend this show. The previous you bought a snow globe. Do not buy the snow globe.”

You write your answer on a receipt. He files it in a metal cabinet labeled the yard sale of hell house mind control theatre

You enter through a garage door painted to look like a 1984 IBM logo. The air smells of mildew, burnt coffee, and someone else’s childhood. Immediately, you’re handed a shopping basket and a laminated card that reads: “Everything here is for sale. Nothing here is safe.” For twelve minutes, nothing happens

I spent $12.50 on a used toaster that only toasts bread into the shape of Rorschach blots. I spent $3 on a cassette tape labeled “Subliminal Affirmations for Mall Employees.” I spent nothing on the memory I traded away, which I no longer recall, but which left a bruise on my sternum that spells out The previous you bought a snow globe

I had already bought the snow globe. It contains a miniature replica of the yard sale itself. When you shake it, the tiny figures move. They are not mechanical. They are rehearsing .