The world is not round, man, not at all. It goes on, from mountains to canyons, undulating like a frequency—the rhythm of grand living. You can feel it. Smell it. A lesson learned where the white pines stand back to make way for grass uncivil and flowers with colors but no names. You’ve seen it. […]
[dropcap]T[/dropcap]he red couch is the oldest object in the office. Other things are made to seem old, as this is the fashion nowadays. Neoindustrial lamps turn up at every street corner as do tabletops made of reclaimed wood. Still, nothing in the office owned space in the world beyond a few years, save the red […]