★ Branch No.1 · open all night · get in loser, we're shopping our feelings again

Welcome to the Warehouse. Hyperfixations for sale.We stock dopamine: jewellery, stationery & deeply unnecessary delights for brains that chase the new and shiny.

Now entering · the lobby

A department store for your feelings.

You made it. Inside: charm necklaces, spell jars, hex sprays, candles and tiny comforts sorted by the mood you're in, not the aisle they belong to. Crystals optional, denial included.

Inside the Dopamine Warehouse
sees all · tells somecome on in
Madame Dopamine will see you now.

The cards know what you need.

Some days your executive function has left the building and picking anything feels impossible. This is where the parlour helps Madame Dopamine has lived roughly nine lives (backing dancer in Berlin, Bowie's problem for a while, married more times than she'll admit) and now reads fortunes in the back of the warehouse. Tell her what you're dealing with, or just your star sign, and she'll pull a card and prescribe your next little treasure. Enter the parlour below...

Madame Dopamine will see you now.
The Parlour · open all nightcome on in
The lore

The Parlour

not medically effective

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The cursed corner

Welcome to the Deadstock Room. Try not to make eye contact.

You didn't mean to find the Deadstock Room. Nobody does. One minute you're browsing, the next there's a door that wasn't there, and inside is the only shelf on earth selling a spell jar, a wrench, earphones and a haunted doll together. Wander back out, ask the counter about it, and they'll swear that room has never existed. Cursed leftovers, unclaimed oddities and comforts therapy hasn't gotten around to yet. If you find it, take what you can. It won't be here tomorrow.

Come in. Don't touch anything →