Dusty book stacks and midgets with afros. A purple bear and wombat sit mutely upon the Electrophonic speaker. Hovering behind are a young boy and girl tending first-aid upon a Cocker Spaniel puppy. Adjacent: Mr Redford on the rack, stretched to the point of misery between Church and World, unable to serve two masters.
For colour décor the U.S. Frequency Allocation chart is splayed beneath the
“Whatever” dude douchebag masque. An honourary gonfalon respecting
Grand Praetor Zarg/Xarg is flanked by Hawaiian and Nigerian flags. Next, a diptych: plastic American flag boosted from BBACBL politicos (who are equally plastic); and, a Russian S.S.R. flag, bought in the superior free market, ignoring rotten rubles.
The imperial dartboard hangs on the door, analogue in nature, uneven sectors bait variable targeting. Light switch Tokyo smoker and a Courier One service portrayal. Shelving of linguistic literature and a
tropical crèche with added African carvings, plastic dinosaurs, and mermaids.
Mahaadev hovers o’er the bunk; turning the corner, a window facing east, catching the sunset reflections of the hotel facing west. More shelves groaning under the weight of aging vinyl. Logan’s school portrait surrounded by a totem and 3-D lenticular manifestation of
Urutoraman.
“Tiểu Vương Hội” mumbles the poster from a mid-90’s after-hours Buford Highway karaoke bar. A questionable Nihon kite from Epcot hangs beside it.
More shelves caked with books on shop talk. Bookends: A phrenology bust on one side; a bust of the blue-eyed Injun of the
Papal Lodge on the other.
The 360-degree tour of the quarters is concluded.