It’s interesting how sometimes, when you look really closely at something pretty, how really sorta dangerous it looks?
There is some hint of this in kawaii, the Japanese cuteness phenomena.
There is also something of this in me, at present.
Still no movement on getting the apartment back to a livable state, as far as I know, and still sadly lacking on the communication front.
I feel that I should be surprised by this, shocked that the landlord(s) could fall down on the job like this.
But the sad fact is, I’m not.
In fact, I’ll likely be surprised when they finally get it together, get the carpet cleaned or, better yet, replaced (given the stench, I expect mere cleaning is not really going to do it…), especially if it’s before, say mid-September.
I should probably just get used to it, but I really want to get back to my life, in my apartment, sleeping in my own bed at night, cooking my own food with my own utensils, and eating it in front of my own version of television alone every night again.
And so if I’m bothered, that means it’s my own damn fault for not better managing my expectations and desires, and not the fault of anyone else, especially the landlord(s), who, after all, is always and only concerned with profit and never concerned with customer satisfaction, unless such satisfaction tends to impact its bottom line. Given that this is advanced capitalism, and my landlord(s) is a corporation, this is exactly the way it should be.
So why am I allowing it to bother me?
This is something I really struggle with, and don’t really have an answer for.
D7000. Nikon 75-150mm f/3.5 Zomb-E Series. ISO100, 1/50th (AP mode), f/3.5, -1EV. Medium amounts of processing in Aperture to help bring out some variation in color and texture.