At what point does stuff become ours? At what point does what's ours become junk? At what point does junk become art? I'm not quite sure if these questions were answered while visiting the Cathedral of Junk while in Austin, but walking through the formation erected entirely of junk was definitely an experience.
If there's one constant feeling I encountered down in Austin, it was an appreciation for antiquated items and often the repurposing of them in an interesting and more engaged way. Austin is littered with vintage and antique stores which definitely stand to help maintain that whole "Keep Austin Weird" mentality. This was especially apparent while traipsing around South Congress Avenue which is literally one antique store after vintage store after antique store after another. Sure, it gets a little repetitive, but as someone who grew up spending hours combing through small antique and thrift stores, everywhere we stopped in Austin was practically my Mecca. It's also the reason I use to explain why I came home with a troop of new black t-shirts ranging from metal bands to Hocus Pocus (trust me y'all, the Hocus Pocus one is goooood).
If you do stop in at the Cathedral, be sure to call the owner Vince beforehand (512-299-7413) to see if he's home and willing to show you around. He does ask for a $10 donation per group, so it might be worth grabbing more than yourself and a friend if you do visit.