Tuesday, March 30, 2010
On Death and the Light of Day
We are finally more or less furnished and settled. Enough to be having people over for dinner and Scrabble.
I don't know why I do, but i feel silly for saying that I absolutely love our apartment. Every little bit of it. It is a little piece of Jared and Nazy, in equal parts, because we have furnished it, from scratch, together. I guess that's part of why I love it so much. It is an apartment filled with things thoughtfully picked out and purposefully placed and arranged. Starting from scratch means we didn't have the problem of needing to fit together things that don't normally fit together. And if things don't fit together now, it's because we meant for them to not fit together.
I wrote before that the only pictorial documentation of our 10-day long moonshinehoneymoon in Paris were 10 photos taken by a novice lomography Diana camera-user. I.e. me.
Much to noone's surprise, the photos are dead. The problem, funnily enough, was that they saw the light of day.
And now, they. are. dead.