Down, down, down, seven flights from my petit Paris apartment, I have a cave. In this cave—pronounced “cah-v” because this is France, and that’s what underground storage spaces in centuries-old buildings are called—there is a growing collection of empty boxes. Every time I buy or receive something new in a sturdy or reliable shipping container, I think …
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