But you know, I did think the very same thing when I came to the tower from fields of mud and. That it didn't feel lived in, or a place with bumps and accidents and... and stories. Because every spill and every stain does come with a story, doesn't it?
There's a spot on our rug at home where you can still see where I knocked over Basil's linseed oil, and it's an old place with dust and letters and probably too many things in the pantry.