In my rush home, through traffic, tourists and interesting architect-types up the elevator I meet my eyes to this little number. So eager to get in my play pen of an apartment, all 400+ square feet of it, that I run into a very official sign on my door. 'STOP Maint. Inside'. Looks like the red marker on red duct tab was overridden when a black sharpie was found.
Anyways wanted to share a little moment when you are about to take that first step into your home, or shoebox sized cube or tree house, when you already have your shoes off and your very important last direction of the day is presented in a completely novel light. It's not digital or dead-lined or edited. Well a just a little. Always room for editing. Thanks Rodney the maintenance man. I hope we are no longer flooding the downstairs neighboor from our little pullman's kitchen.
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