Sad Grey Houses

POINT OF VIEW FROM THE TV:

YOUNG FRIENDS FROM CENTRAL

CASTING IN AI GENERATED 

SPORTS FRANCHISE MERCH

JUMP UP AND HI FIVE. A DENNY'S

GRADE PICTURE OF A MASSIVE

BOWL OF NACHOS IS GLUED 

TO THE OTTOMAN THAT SITS BETWEEN

ME FROM MY POINT OF VIEW

AND THE FRIENDS FROM CENTRAL

CASTING. THEY LOOK FAMILIAR

THEY HAVE BEEN COMPOSITED

FROM VARIOUS PETROL PUMP

MINI TVS. I SEE THEIR FACES AND

THINK OF ARMREST WELL M&MS

THAT FROZE OVERNIGHT TO SEE

OFF VARIOUS FRAGMENTED TEETH

I stop thinking of my teeth, let's go back

to interiors again. The ottoman is from 

Wayfair and the friends know a deal when

they see one. Dealing with contractors is

harder, you have to speak their language

and also not seem too apologetic even though

it's you, you are the one who needs apologising

for the soap dish with the rounded corners

that is already delaminating after two weeks

because laminated plywood is not supposed

to be used for housing soap.

Meanwhile the friends are stuck now celebrating

the eternal touchdown, the nachos have

toppled into this delightful mise en scène as 

we are in a freeze frame, waiting to

go back to the actual game which is an

opportune time to refocus my gaze on

to the friend standing by the toaster oven

wondering how much it cost and if a lot,

what will be the easily achievable aesthetic 

of another fifteen years it will be offset

against.