Bed has become Deathbed and Chair is ever at Deathbed's bedside. Such a sweet companion to the end.
Who needs electricity? Let's just all stay in one room and warm ourselves with cuddling and candle wax.
Privacy is overrated. I'm already tweeting and Facebooking everything I consume and observe, might as well invite the neighbors to watch TV with me.
It's a prison, sure, but it's MY prison!
Some people just really really love their PCs.
What do you think the architect was going for here?
When you have this many books, you hire movers. No amount of beer and pizza can convince me to lug these babies around.