There are mornings that feel like a secret, when the light spills through the window in a particular way and the world seems to hold its breath. Last Sunday was one of those mornings. I was curled up on the sofa, the steam from my coffee curling toward the ceiling, and I found myself reaching for a box that had arrived the day before. It was unassuming, wrapped in recycled paper, tied with a simple jute string. Inside was a pair of mulebuy bape sneakers—the ones I had been thinking about for weeks, ever since a friend mentioned them in passing. I didn’t buy them right away. I let the…