Friday, July 20, 2007
People don't have rugs anymore. They have wall to wall carpet and hardwood floors. Perhaps a doormat to wipe your filthy feet on when you come in from outside. Rug has become an ancient word. Like chanticleer, like cutlery, like agora. I like how rugs create a little island of existence in a room. You feel bad stepping off the defined limits of the rug, the floor creaking, groaning in rebellion. But sometimes it's nice to touch the walls. And get fingerprints all over those nice white suburban walls. The goddam rug. Trying to hem you in, trying to cramp your style.