When I take on a design project, I have to jet from the bookstore to the hardware shop to the lamp store and back again just to collect a small portion of the many items I need to fill a home. But, when you hit the flea market, they're all right there. From booth to booth, you have the bases covered.
That nothing is static or fixed, that all is fleeting and impermanent, is the first mark of existence. Everything is in process.