We redid the floors in our living room. The room sits bear except for the flat screen on the wall, the cable box propped on a folding chair and a twin mattress on the floor. It's a beer poster short of a college dorm room. I kind of like it this way. Free from the trappings on a real life. The echo the vaulted ceiling provides is quite lovely. Everyone in the house but me seems to avoid it. I am guided to it, a beacon that draws me to lay on the mattress and do nothing but make conversation with the wall.
'How are you?'
'how are you?'
'Great, thanks for asking.'
I am only slightly pathetic.
Mostly I like it because no one else does. What a joy to have a room all to oneself. I am going to say everyone should have one. A place to just be.
Soon enough I will lose this room. Soon enough the trim will go on and the couch and end tables will be carried in. They will want to sit and live and I will be left with people. I might stake my claim elsewhere. Find another small corner, make it as unappealing to the fellow residents of this home. Have more conversations with the wall. Find a moment of self.
No quite slightly pathetic.