It’s OK to sell things here

Eli is selling his bass because he has two. I feel I can’t point
people to the spot where I’m selling my gear not because it’s
duplicate gear, but because it’s aesthetically inert gear.

My reason seems not as admissible as Eli’s.

In fact, the whole thing seems like a crime. I’m cast into a woodcut that shows some dark usury going on, if only one could get a better look at the foxed print. It is as if to say:

If I had the patience, talent, or self-esteem, I would learn how to use this gear in acts of remarkable self-expression.

Musicians who sell their gear give an air of distress. Somehow, the practice of their art isn’t sufficient to bridge the gap between
responsibilities and resources. The only people a musician wishes to sell the gear to likely cannot afford it, being similarly distressed.

So now I’m worried about selling to a non-musician.

I hope it’s how a horsewoman feels when she sells a pony to a indulgent parent.

If I could plant the gear and have it grow something someone else needs to eat, I’d do it.

The way I’ve set it up, I can only look forward to the money in an
amount that’s slightly less than satisfying.