“There is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Tapping away on my keyboard one work-from-home Tuesday afternoon, I took a rich sip of my overly-complicated coffee, sighed out the frustration of glaring at a blue screen on a sunny day, tilted my head back, and laid eyes on an exposed ceiling.
Among the modern-looking dim lights, intertwined and entangled, was every pipe and internal organ of this Starbucks building.
Why do we go to such lengths to disguise our outer self, the normalities of our existence, yet a ceiling exposed doesn’t make anyone flinch…?
Is it because we stopped looking up and started staring down? Does no one kneel and seek guidance from the stars any longer?
I don’t mind the ‘ugly ceiling’, it brings a touch of reality to what we pretend to be.
Do you mind ugly ceilings?