I decided to lift the corner of the wall-to-wall carpeting in my apartment.
Why I have now thought to do so I do not know, as I have lived with this carpet for nearly nine years, and the possibilty had never crossed my mind, before just now.
Perhaps I wished to see the underside of my life, as only my downstairs neighbor would be able to, without the interference of my own body and its' experiences.
As I gently peeled it back, a corner next to one of the large windows,
I was expecting to see a variety of insects, dust, and perhaps the remnants of an item left behind from a tenant of long ago.
Really, a thriving, active world was what I had imagined.
Instead,
I saw a dirty, wooden floor,
but had a definite sense of satisfaction,
and felt a bit proud for having done so.
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