What can you do with a slightly wonky chair?
You know what they say about good intentions right? When I was moving the second time having never played my piano I knew it was time to sell.
What happens when you fill an object with spite? It becomes filled with power.
It wasn’t about the couch as much as what the couch represented. I didn’t know what it would look like, but I knew what it would *feel* like. Freedom. Independence. Safety.
I am not a serial killer. But if I were, this would be the freezer I would use to store bodies until I could dispose of them without arousing suspicion.