Somehow you’ve gotten your dream home. The cabin in the mountains, penthouse downtown, castle nestled deep in the woods, nuclear bunker in the hills, or whatever. Whats the bit you’d add that might raise a brow from others? The fireman’s pole? The slide? The moat? The hidden room behind a bookshelf where you keep your stuffed animals?
A room with perfect everything.
I used to be a painter and did some construction. You would not believe how much I want a perfect room. It’s basically just like Morty on perfectly flat ground; most people wouldn’t get it until they were in it.
I’m talking: sub, foundation, frame, crown, base, millwork, frames, drywall, paint. Everything is meticulous and perfect.
The ground is perfect, the foundation is extremely thick, high gyp, super high quality, perfect. The framing is made of perfect ironwood, no flaws, is perfectly plumb, and is extra thick and rigid with those corner things; the room could be spun by a giant like a basketball. Perfect insulation, the absolute most incredible stuff and a ton of it, like R2000 and perfectly sound insulating -130db down to 0hz. The drywall is six layers thick, all of the corners and curves are perfect with the finest, strongest compound; it’s super smooth and the angles are all perfect because the framing is perfect, because the foundation is perfect, because the ground is perfect. The walls themselves are totally smoothwall, no texture whatsoever, it’s like touching a sheet of metallic plasticized glass, but really it’s just the extremely evenly applied dozen layers of the most advanced exterior coatings known to man; in not going to name names, but it’s fine stuff. All of the coatings on the walls, any millwork or cabinetry, and even the floors are all extremely high brightness white, the whitest white; the stuff that actually kind of glows because it’s converting some uv light to visible spectrum and is basically just pure titanium dioxide suspended in a crystalline structure. There are no chips in anything. No dents, no scratches, no fingerprints, no dust, no oil, no stains. Perfect. It’s well lit with natural light, and augmented with locational, directional, intensity, and temperature active diffuse lighting. The air is perfectly controlled and can have a constant flow of fresh, new air, or to have little to no airflow, depending on what I need in the moment - because having anything be possible on a whim takes the right resources. Sunsets, mornings, afternoons, overcast, nighttime, storms - every setting and energy and vibe is increased tenfold because the room is perfect.
And in this room, nobody goes. It’s my room to be made by me, to be in, to have. I will know everything about it because I’ll have made it myself. The real wealth in this life is the ability to do whatever you want without consequence, because time is the real currency and we must all spend wisely - wealth, though, allows you to spend recklessly because, despite what’s seen on the surface, true wealth affords you to not waste time on being poor and having to work for others with small margins to save: the hours most people spend working and toiling are hours I would spend pursuing projects that are fulfilling to me…
Like the perfect room - an eternal dessert for one’s existence.
