I made an office in my basement. It is essentially a blanket fort behind my couch with a table jammed into the center. It feels equal parts bad sitcom gag and tentative first step into hobo culture. I am thirty seven years old. That’s not entirely relevant to this conversation but it’s been on my mind lately.
The last time I built something like this I was seventeen. I made a curtain to separate the two halves of my room by linking ten boxes worth of paper clips into a chainmail sheet dangling from the drop ceiling. That night I woke up and tried to stumble to the washroom, tangling myself in the office supply web I’d painstakingly constructed. I thrashed for a bit and then surrendered to the Lilliputians that had claimed my bedroom as their own. This was the summer where I did a lot of acid. I forget who woke me up the next day, naked, punctured, and constrained by absurdity and indifference.
It is currently cold enough in my basement that there is frost on my monitor. I considered pulling down one of my blanket walls for warmth but I can’t remember which one is load bearing. It’s going to be a long night.
Option #1 dismantle and rebuild basement blanket fort. have masking tape and a sharpie on-hand to label each section appropriately so that you can, in future, know which blanket to use for warmth. NOTE: do not use secret code or shorthand for labels unless you plan to write said code/abbreviation key down and can keep it somewhere it will not wind up being used for scrap, as kleenex or wind up being made into a paper airplane that you will try to send up the stairs with a shakily written plea for help during a bout of existential dread and/or hypothermia
Option #2 From deep within the vault of my childhood experiences growing up in a drafty old house never kept higher than 18C all winter long in Montréal: “Go upstairs and get yourself a sweater.”
Option #3 invest in a space heater. to avoid any real compromise of the pathos generated by associated imagery and experience represented in this piece, I suggest an old space heater from a questionable garage sale where most purchases seem to be being made via hand shake and tiny plastic bag.. You want something where you cannot touch the sides, where it should never be knocked over for fear of sparks and fire and where prolonged use in an “enclosed space” can compromise oxygen quality… Special marks if the label on the back says specifically to never cover with a blanket…
(p.s. 37 had a vague naggy quality for me too. for what its worth, two years on and on the road to 40, I find this vague nagging has evaporated to leave behind an ever-growing sense of purpose twinned with a disregard for all those things which might have previously stood between me and my truths… i have also discovered that not all of my truths are as polite, inclusive or generally kind as I had imagined…)
A.J. Valliant said:
The wisdom, grace, and practically of your advice shames me to my core. It’s nice to hear from you again, Sulya.
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