Descriptive Pose

Cold and wet atmosphere filled the once warm and bright apartment. Every table and chair is so still at its position, the floor is pale and yet full of texture. A rug covers the floor which fine dusts particles could be seen with naked eyes. In an array of gloss and semi-gloss, shades of pale blue cover three of the four walls and their baseboards speckled only by an occasional paint chip or faded fingerprint.

Photographs of varying sizes and of varying content, most expressing various political ideas and music hang stiffly on the wall at a secluded section of the room. Shelves protrude from a wall adjacent to the door, topped by a number of knickknacks and decorative accessories. Yet nothing obscures the blueness of these walls quite as magnificently as the furnishings which fill the room. A dressing table was placed at a corner that is 45 degrees northeast from the door, it looks so empty, the warmth of the table has left together with her owner, never returning. The icicle room awaits the next owner in loneliness...