“So now that the red chair is in its temporary position in the dining room next to the doorway to the kitchen, I keep bumping into it. To put it succinctly: It’s in the way. But it does make a great place to dump coats, backpacks, electric guitars and cereal bowls (with the Raisin Bran caked on – gross)…Still, the red chair bump into me, stubs my toe, looks longingly my way overflowing with leather jackets, books and other detritus of life in the apartment. What will become of me? it seems to say. What will become of me?”–OTBKB