11 Days | Tangible
when an idea comes to life
A Couch
is more than just a piece of furniture; it's a silent chronicler of the life lived around it, a testament to the character of its owner(s). It's the unsung hero of the home (or apartment), a sanctuary of comfort and a haven of rest in the midst of life's storms. Each couch, with its unique contours, fabric, and wear, tells a story—a narrative deeply intertwined with the essence of the individual who chose it. This narrative speaks volumes, not just of style or aesthetic preference, but of the very soul of its owner.
Imagine a couch, its cushions softened by time, each indentation a memory, each wrinkle a story. This is where you find solace after a long day's work, where you lose yourself in the pages of a book or the scenes of a movie. It's where friends gather, laughter erupts, and conversations flow deep into the night. The couch is a witness to intimate moments, a keeper of secrets, a steadfast companion through the seasons of life. It's where love blossoms in the shy glances of a budding romance and where judgement is lost in the silent understanding between old friends.
It is also a safe haven for ideas. For thoughts spoken aloud or metastasized in the mind. It allows for introspection and offers fertile ground for mental seeds planted. The couch, in its silent vigil, absorbs the essence of countless moments, becoming a mosaic of the life that unfolds around it. It is a canvas painted with the brushstrokes of daily existence, each mark a testament to the beauty of ordinary life. To own a couch is to claim a space in the world, a declaration of independence and a statement of self. It is to acknowledge the importance of rest, of comfort, and of the simple pleasures that make life worth living.
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Was born on my couch. It was conceived on January 28th, 2024, right there, in the sounds of silence. I didn’t know it then, and still lack the certainty that I so desire, but at least now I can appreciate the gravity of what has transpired. I took this idea, this ambiguous, shapeless thing, and turned it into something real. Something I can touch. Something that is tangible, that responds to the press of my fingertips on my iPhone screen. It works, just barely, but it does. It lives.
Among the other apps (that were once ideas themselves) I’ve hand selected to help it grow, is where I find it. And I keep checking in on it, as if it will disappear. As if this was all an illusion. But it’s not, in fact it’s the opposite. It is the worst version of itself it will ever be, and I love that about it. Because it’s something I made. It’s an idea that I brought to life.
I’ve never done that before, and now that I have, I’m so excited to share it with others. Give me some time to dress it up, and make it nice, and then it’ll be ready for you. From this Sports Fans couch, to an iPhone, and then to anothers’; I think you’re gonna like my idea.
Until tomorrow!
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