Sometimes I write stuff that I never publish for various reasons, most of the time because the post is not good enough, but other times because I am damn lazy.
This story never saw the light in a timely manner because I did not bother to upload the pictures. More fool I.
But since it's being a quiet week at the office, and I have a bit of spare time at the end of every day, here it goes.
The SiL archives vol. I
"Let me tell about an epic war that has been fought behind the walls of my little castle, a story of defeat and sawdust. A story that will survive the passage of time and the rotting of wood.
Titan
I should have been informed that when you get your own place, everything that looks oh so perfect isn't really that perfect, and that you can't go directly to Ikea and buy all the furniture you like and have your home ready in a fortnight.
No, that is not true.
Lighting, painting, plumbing... by the time I looked at my to-do list, it already had 20 items, time and money consuming (specially the second).
And then... then came Titan.
Who is Titan?
This is Titan:
Titan is a mass of wood made up of two parts, one stuck to the floor and wall of my living room, 4 meters long and 70 centimeters wide. The second part is a smaller, screwed to the wall and also stuck, set of six wood boxes.
By stuck to the wall I mean
stuck, the kind of stuck that means either destroying the wall or leaving wooden pieces on it trying to justify that it is some kind of avant-garde artist's work.
I think what made me hate it so much was the fact that I knew it was stuck to the wall, and that removing it would mean not only paying an interesting sum of money to either a carpenter, a lumberjack (chainsaw has been one of my favourite words this last month), or even the SWAT, it would mean starting a chain reaction similar to this: remove Titan --> fix walls --> fix floor.
I was determined to keep it at first, to use it until I could get back on my feet economically and buy a nicer piece of furniture, but every minute I spent in Titan's company I hated him more and more, until one day I couldn't bear it any longer and sent prudence and common sense off the window.
"
I can't live here with that thing in the living room" I told my mom. No sooner had I said it that... three days later Titan looked like this:
And finally today, I went to see the results of the fight of man against wood, and the result was this:
Titan, may you rest in peace."
And this is how you pull two posts in a day ;P
Such is Life.
P.S.: After that, the wall was fixed and painted and the memory of Titan completely erased for good. Btw, I hereby present you my new place!
I am desperate to fill the void you've left in my daily life, I have tried buying furniture, going to museums, pampering up and nothing could help me get over this sister depravation.
