/lit/ - Literature

The piece was as simple as they come, standing five feet nothing or maybe less, large horizontal rectangular drawers top to bottom, each with its muted grey utilitarian looking semi-elliptical oblong plastic handle. Not remotely memorable if not for the reflective aspect of its varnish, a ruddy chocolate surface of reflective turbid wood, and because of its round corners that smoothly went up and concluded the structure in eye-pleasing curves and arcs of not too daring bending where sharp angles would otherwise be found, it seemed almost like some sort of gelatinous oily little block of bronze tinged jelly. It tricked the eye into believing that it would idly and sluggishly jounce its colloid body up and down, that it would drip and sweat in condensation, or melting of its molasses-built constitution, into generous thick drops that would trickle all the way to the ground. Or that one could extend and shove their hand into it, apprehensively, and discover that it has the tactile quality of molten caramel.

The piece was as simple as they come, standing five feet nothing or maybe less, large horizontal rectangular drawers top to bottom, each with its muted grey utilitarian looking semi-elliptical oblong plastic handle. Not remotely memorable if not for the reflective aspect of its varnish, a ruddy chocolate surface of reflective turbid wood, and because of its round corners that smoothly went up and concluded the structure in eye-pleasing curves and arcs of not too daring bending where sharp angles would otherwise be found, it seemed almost like some sort of gelatinous oily block of bronze tinged jelly. It tricked the eye into believing that it would idly and sluggishly jounce its colloid body up and down, that it would ooze and sweat in condensation, or melting of its molasses-built constitution, into generous thick drops that would trickle all the way to the ground. Or that one could extend and shove their hand into it, apprehensively, and discover that it has the tactile quality of molten caramel.

pic semi-related

The piece was as simple as they come, standing five feet nothing or maybe less, large horizontal rectangular drawers top to bottom, each with its muted grey utilitarian looking semi-elliptical oblong plastic handle. Not remotely memorable if not for the reflective aspect of its varnish, a ruddy chocolate surface of reflective turbid wood, and because of its round corners that smoothly went up and concluded the structure in eye-pleasing curves and arcs of not too daring bending where sharp angles would otherwise be found, it seemed almost like some sort of gelatinous oily block of bronze tinged jelly. It tricked the eye into believing that it would idly and sluggishly jounce its colloid body up and down, that it would ooze and sweat in condensation, or melting of its molasses-built constitution, into generous thick drops that would trickle all the way to the ground. Or that one could extend and shove their hand into it, apprehensively, and discover that it has the tactile quality of molten caramel.

(pic semi related)