I love the flooring tile in the hallway of my building.
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I love the flooring tile in the hallway of my building. Since 1954 it’s been buffed every Sunday: giving it the luster of deep time. I love that when they patched it near the elevator (where it was used most often) they could only find black tiles that didn’t quite match. The scattered white spots on the dark background remind me of a starry night sky. The black squares are the unknown void.
I think part of interior design is recognizing what you love: what doesn’t need to be updated.
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I love the flooring tile in the hallway of my building. Since 1954 it’s been buffed every Sunday: giving it the luster of deep time. I love that when they patched it near the elevator (where it was used most often) they could only find black tiles that didn’t quite match. The scattered white spots on the dark background remind me of a starry night sky. The black squares are the unknown void.
I think part of interior design is recognizing what you love: what doesn’t need to be updated.
I need to talk about this in the coop meetings so they don't replace it. Just stand up and do a poem about how much I love the floor and how sad I'd be if it were gone. They "updated" our lobby and it's... it's fine, the floor wasn't level and it was time. But, I'd rather they spend more on other things and not mess with the halls.
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