One year artificial Christmas trees were cheap and plentiful. A seasonal visit to the Display Warehouse afforded me a tour of a generous space dotted with fake noble fir and other faux conifers. I liked being there, and have mused about filling one of the upstairs rooms with a collection of undecorated trees and sleeping on the floor. Kids would love it. I could have trees for the alley asking early in January.
A current painting project displaced a number of tower-shaped items into a nearly empty room. Two tall speakers, a seven-drawer dresser with a tiny footprint, and a folding screen all stand like domestic sentinels against a painted floor and minimalist window coverings. A recent exercise in seasonal wardrobe editing generated a five-high stack of legally acquired industrial dairy crates. I realized I had inadvertently created a variant of the very forest I sought. Once the project is over and the space restored, I might try a spending a night on the floorscape.
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