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Previous - this entry written on December 29, 2004 at 3:43 am - Next People often say 'if that could talk'... well, if someone gave this desk the chance to speak, it would still hold its tongue. It's good at keeping secrets. Rich, blood-red wood spirals and curves up from the four claws, one beneath each corner, that rest on the carpeted floor. Imagine, if you can, a rolltop desk that for just a moment slipped into a Geiger painting. Imagine the sleek, twisting angles; picture the way it seems to live, crouched against the wall, silently guarding the papers and trinkets shelved within it. The carvings on this particular piece of furniture are less dramatic than most in the House, chisels and sandpaper used to accentuate the slick woodgrain, bringing out the pulse of the once-living boards and breathing new awareness, new strength, into each line. The chair... the chair, in truth, is unrelated. There's often a chair changeover, a new piece dragged into place, the previous chair shoved aside. The room, after all, has easily a dozen chairs scattered about. More, if you count the stools and the loveseat and the strange mound of foam and velvet that lurks in one corner. Some days there's a mirror above the desk. Other days the mirror is rejected, unwanted, and a draped tapestry or framed picture or just a few colorful scarves decorate the wall. The surroundings change, shift. The desk though... that remains. The desk contains exactly seven secret drawers, one secret shelf, four secret pidgenholes, two secret keystashes, and - unknown even to the persons using the desk at the moment - one secret set of human fingerbones. It has had ink, red wine, white wine, whiskey, hot tea, iced tea, lukewarm tea, accidental tea, five flavors of ice cream, a bit of pasta sauce, and several types of soda cross and stain its surface. It has, in a small child's handwriting, several extremely obscene suggestions scrawled on the underside. One of the people who most often uses the desk swears that the only way to keep from having at least one pen leak ink all over whatever's being written is to play classical music, with the speakers aimed at the desk. As she is the only one who has indeed never had pen leakage, her advice was eventually acted on and there is now a near-constant flow of music from the tiny cd player left beside the desk. The headphones are taped to the side of the desk, soft foam against hard wood. Interestingly, as long as the CD is changed every week, not a single pen leaks or drips, not even dip pens. Hosted by Diaryland - All Rights Reserved - Image, Layout, and Content copyright Jax Raven - - Do Not Feed The Moose - |
