The Hatch
Why host the animal when you can license the sound? A feeder costs twelve dollars. The Hatch costs a hundred and sixty, comes in four colors, and is guaranteed not to poop on the ground around it.
The tchotchkes you loved until you had more than shelves. The next thing you need to finally feel like you have it together. The small businesses disappearing, bought out or priced out, replaced by something shinier and emptier. The machine doesn't hate you. It just needs you wanting. Bloosh is me noticing the machine from the inside, because I live here too and I can't always tell where my desires end and the marketing begins.