right next to what looks like a priceless childhood heirloom is a $1 usb charger. an alarmingly powerful computer sits on a cardboard box. in the hallway, an immensely capable soundroom has been constructed (right and left full-size studio monitors adorned with a sailor's and a roaring 20's hat, respectively); a player piano roll sits between modern speakers beneath an entire wall used to watch high-definition video streams projected from the ceiling. an impressionist photocopy of the nasa logo, and a statement that AN OCEAN OF PRODUCTS AWAITS YOU frame internal doorways, and a mezuzah the front.
and the minutia! art lines the walls, some of which i can only guess was made by one or the other for or with the other, with or without the other's knowledge and later presented or discovered, in any and all cases celebrated in some way.
the stove is spotless - it's new, or extremely carefully cooked upon, or very rarely. the fridge and freezer nearly empty. as if these two either live on their art or are perhaps so consumed by its atmospheric hunger there is no further space for a lower art, that of cooking.
this place is clean, and functional, and so full of character i can't believe i know these people, but i know i always have and will.
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