Sunday, March 29, 2009


Frank rearranged the furniture in his apartment every night from 6:00 to 11:15 p.m. He was never happy with his final set-up and began planning new ways to arrange things even as he worked on his current design.

His wood floors were scratched beyond repair, but the sounds made by the sliding couch, chairs, computer table, TV stand and bookcases sounded sweeter with each passing night.


In the apartment below, a couple (who dressed as if it were the Roaring Twenties) danced to the sounds coming from their ceiling.

One night they found their dog's body hanging limp over the toilet seat; despite the apparent suicide, they continued to dance whenever the furniture music began.

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