Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The Living Room of Many Arguments

Through the door, there is a large room with one dark red wall and three pale walls. The floor is covered in cat hair and the piano is out of tune. In contrast, there are three well cared for and loved guitars hanging on in front of the creamy fireplace. Above the mantle is a large mirror that reflects the view of the window across from it. There are two other mirrors in the room: one by the door, on your way out of the house and one as you leave the room and enter the hallway. In the corner there is an untouched cello that is precariously placed, as if hovering above the dark coffee table beneath it. On the wall adjacent to the cello, hangs a mandolin and a box full of percussion instruments sits below it. The room has been arranged around two large, new couches with large suffocating pillows and no love. They are new to the room and have yet to be accepted. A bamboo blind sits, rolled up, above the window but the curtain rod remains bare. There are many dusty picture frames around the room; on the mantle, the piano and hanging on the walls. They all hold smiling faces of the people who live there and their family members. A wide, unsuitable TV faces the couch demanding attention to anyone who enters the room. The cove ceilings create a warm feeling in the room, as does the colours of the walls and the dark wood of the furniture. But it's not the room it once was. Many of the same objects still reside there but not in the same way that they used to. It is no longer a room I am familiar with, no longer one I connect with.

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