Dear Dwellers,
Come, adopt with me some of the fine stipulations of this manifesto for living. Here, in the house, there is a loom where the sofa should be, and a stack of guitars where the bin for recycling would be. There are roller skates under the answering machine. There is a drum kit and a mixing board in the ceramics studio, and a sewing machine and an accordion in the painting atelier. We keep it pretty well muddled here already, but I can easily get behind further exiling the dining room by stacking a few more books on the table!
