Hidden away in a very small remote village in south of Sweden there’s this dude who has a world class vintage furniture stuff barn kinda outfit.
He’s been working on his living quarters for 2 years now, it isn’t exactly ready.
He’s constantly interrupted by ”new flows”, “stuff he needs to think about for a while” and “hibernation during the dark months”.
He got a bit stuck mid way through as he thought it looked “kinda nice as it was”, not wanting to “disturb the state of a beautiful moment”.
At one time, he had a broom leaning against the wall, which he also “liked a lot”.
I wondered what it looked like, so he got the broom, put it in place, looked at it and goes. “You know, that’s nice too”.
I love this dude. He cares about the important things.