Last week, if I were flooring, I would be carpet.
Like in the way of,
how easy it is to get stained.
how hard it is to clean once it is.
how it just never seems to quite "fit" with the rest of the interior,
"especially not in this house".
But mainly it's in the way of how it is walked on.
Their feet drag through it,
causing the slow damage,
with little care for something that requires such high of maintenance.
Depression is like a carpet.
I know why people rip it up now.
I envy those who can.
