The house is full of angles. Can't always figure them out. As with the house, so with life.
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4 comments:
Brings to mind the Lovecraft story, "Dagon" where the guy lands on the remote Pacific island and sees a vast city (Nan Madol?) with angles that are somehow wrong, that cannot and must not exist! (Goddamn, I miss writing like that!) Didn't the hero have that experience in "At the Mountains of Madness" as well?
oooh, I love this. But you know I would.
might there be a recessed cove fixture tucked in there, above that door header? if there isn't, there darn well should be.
I laid a rope light up in there, plugged into a switched outlet. Makes a nice warm glow.
eeeeeeexcellent!
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