“jo, an important question: your home is tiny as fuck, it’s the first floor of a not notably large turn of the century home converted into a duplex and has the standard bare minimum of rooms: front room dining room bedroom kitchen bathroom. how and why do you have a room that can be in any sense of the word called a study???”
well, disembodied voice, the answer is very simple. when corey and i moved in we took a look around and took stock of the desk (mine had not yet come into being) and the bookshelves and the perfectly battered third-hand armchairs and put them in the room designated “dining room” and let the front room, the designated “living room”, be full of television and worktable and several tables and shelves of Weird Artifacts.
“jo if i am understanding this correctly are you saying that you do not have a dining room”
“do you have… a table”
yes it’s ugly and too large and it’s in the basement
“but you have. two living rooms. essentially.”
ONE IS FOR COMPANY AND WATCHING THINGS ON THE LARGE TELEVISION AND FOR ARTIFACTS AND THE OTHER IS FOR. LIVING IN. AT ALL TIMES. IT’S VERY SIMPLE.
“but do you have a table that you eat at”
we. do not have a table. for eating at. anywhere within the livable house. no.
THAT’S WHAT DESKS ARE FOR ALL RIGHT. WHY WOULD YOU NEED AN ENTIRE ROOM FOR EATING IN WHEN YOUR SPACE IS LIMITED. HAVING A READING NOOK AND DESKS ON EITHER SIDE OF THE ROOM IS FAR MORE NECESSARY THAN A SILLY DINING ROOM TABLE EVEN IF IT MEANS IT’S MUCH HARDER TO KEEP FOOD AWAY FROM THE DOG.
“i wash my hands of you and your melodramatic commitment to ~the aesthetic~”