January 4, 2013
There is a need for these: bed, desk, chair. A proper bed, instead of a futon on the floor, so that one can swing her feet down. So that there will be x seconds before it hits the ground, an x amount of seconds of anticipation. A desk for the illusion of organization, a surface to put the mess on, a flat terrain of nothingness to be filled with things that are not needed. A chair for the back ache. A chair with those little wheels. These are needs for a better life, or maybe a pitiful semblance of it.