Library Lusting.

This week’s space says a lot, without having to say too much. And in that vein, I won’t say too much about it. A space like this has the visual power to speak for itself, in its clean, unobstructed lines, a sparseness that opens up the room and allows it to breathe in the ample sunlight, and a layout that positively emphasizes the remaining surrounding elements. And not to mention, there’s a beautiful nook dedicated to the owner’s impressive book collection. That’s the cherry on top. Let the daydreams commence.

Storytime Saturday, featuring an excerpt from an unnamed short story.

Here’s a snippet from an upcoming short story. Thanks for reading.

The day that my potato exploded in the microwave was an eye opener. It was a sign…an omen. A message from the powers that be. Maybe I’d nuked that fucker for too long, or maybe I just didn’t give a shit. Either way, that little vegetable bastard decided to commit culinary suicide and blew itself spud first all over the confines of the microwave with a mere five seconds left. I mean, c’mon…it couldn’t have kept its composure for a measly five more seconds? Suck it up, god damn it! I had no money left, I had no lunch, and I was hungry enough to eat the scum out of the bottom of a homeless man’s shoes. It was definitely a sign…an omen…a message from the powers that be.

Library Lusting.

Sometimes a room is sleek and clean and minimal. Other times, it’s bold and breathtaking and thought provoking. And then there are times when it’s so outlandishly ridiculous, that it becomes instantly amazing. This week’s space is that sort of room. The owner of this home obviously has a mountain of books, and perhaps minimal horizontal space in which to expand. So what do you do? Go up. This vertically dominant room soars to the heavens in a dangerously curious way. It’s design is peculiar, dangerous, but rather creative, and either way, the owner’s precious book collection remains intact and precariously accessible (by way of a twenty foot ladder). This is certainly a book lover’s room. Let the daydreams (or nightmares for those afraid of heights) commence.