Filling the Gaps Beside a Living Room TV Stand
I was on the floor on a Sunday afternoon, untangling three HDMI cables and one very confused ethernet cord that had somehow wrapped itself around a lamp base, when it…
I was on the floor on a Sunday afternoon, untangling three HDMI cables and one very confused ethernet cord that had somehow wrapped itself around a lamp base, when it…
I own eleven shirts I wear on rotation and I probably open that closet door around fourteen times a week, more if laundry’s backed up, which it usually is. And…
A musty wardrobe has this reputation as an inevitability of old buildings, like uneven floors or a radiator that only works in July. You open the door, you get that…
My dad opened the drawer under my bathroom sink last Thanksgiving looking for a nail clipper, got one look at what was inside, and said, “Owen, I taught you better…
I’m standing on a step stool at 9pm on a Tuesday, counting mugs. Not drinking out of one, counting them, out loud, like an actual inventory audit, because I have…
I was pulling my green wool coat off the rail on a Tuesday morning in October, already running late, and it smelled like the inside of a gym bag that…
I own fourteen cedar blocks, six sachets of dried lavender that came from three different stores because I forgot I’d already bought some, two pheromone traps stuck to the inside…
I counted them last week. Actually counted, walked room to room with a notepad like a lunatic, and the number came out at twenty three. Twenty three vases in a…
Okay so my roommate Marcus walked into the living room, looked at the entertainment center for a solid four seconds, and said “why does it look like a TV showroom…
I counted it once, out of boredom more than curiosity, and the number stuck with me: I open or reach into my own TV stand shelves about nine times a…