Fast Forward From Morocco to Today

This is, without question, the ugliest carpet in the world. It's some horrible combination of seventies-shag-style plus eighties-Jetson-space-age-comfort plus an awful icky brown-crayon-dipped-in-hot-water color. And it smells.


So why have I gone to the trouble of taking its picture and posting it here? Because this horrible thing has been propped up against my across-the-hall-neighbor's door for the last two days. So I have to see it, and smell it, every time I leave, or return to, my flat.

Clearly my neighbor is out of town.