Abstractions: The Mystical Story of Things (Ceiling)

Ceiling-

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Ceiling was interesting to talk to because she was a woman of form with a a picturesque stature. She was wonderful to behold. She set out to do so much for the world and accomplished it all. She started as a concept because her father was Roof. Roof told his daughter that she was special and she should aspire to do and be more than he had become. He didn’t want his daughter beaten by the weather like he was. He couldn’t imagine her being slathered in tar or lined with clay tile like he had been. He saw his daughter as pristine and eye catching. He promised her a luxurious life if she would take heed to his teachings.

Ceiling, like most good daughters, listened to her father. She kept herself beautiful and untainted. On the day of her reveal, she astonished many people by her perfect lines and exuberant white color. She was perfectly situated under her father, Roof. A grand display that made a statement worldwide, Ceiling had made her father proud. She was sleek and straight with few extras.

Over time like any teenager, Ceiling became rebellious. She went through a rough phase where she just had to be textured. She was running with some new-agey/hippie group that began filling her head with this nonsense about bubbling and corn popping. It was madness. Thank goodness she grew tired of the dampness and the collection of dust for she could never really be cleaned.

Ceiling was blossoming now and with time she learned new ways to expand and contort. She could hold a perfect line and then bend into the most heavenly arches. She was now a woman. She longed for adornments and embellishments. Chandelier became her best friend. They were almost inseparable. Her beauty was jaw dropping and many gazed upon her in envy. Ceiling loved the attention.

She was courted by Molding from the clan of the Crown. Molding wrapped her carefully and precisely in his arm. To look at them was to believe they were the epitome of true love. For years and years you could never get a glimpse of Ceiling without her husband, Molding from the clan of the Crown. Ceiling grew tired of their relationship and ventured into the land of Scandal. She had affairs with Fan, Recessed Lighting, and Mural. Her love affair with Mural is infamous because she merged with him in a famous chapel and the two have been wed now for what seems like hundreds of years. This was it, Ceiling had finally become her own authentic self. She retired here in the chapel; sighting that it was the best she’ll ever do.

To her surprise she was introduced to business, with her husband’s approval; she allowed them to change her color. She noticed people never really saw her. She had now become a tool. She was content with her plight until the sadness set in. She had been tricked by her husband and the malefactors in business. No one would ever see her again because she was transparent. They knew she was there but they couldn’t see her. She felt the pain of the people scratching and clawing and banging their heads on her. It wasn’t that the people were hurting her. She realized that she was hurting them. She was actually a tool like her cousin, Wall. She was there to prevent success and not to be gazed upon. She was there to carry out a malignant plot. What could she do? Who could she call? Was there no one willing to help? She was a tool of destruction, deceit, and domination. She was no longer protective, polished, or pretty.

Having reached her limit, she dropped a note in 1947 and when it looked as if all was lost-she dropped another more detailed note in 1963. Today Ceiling drops detailed notes all over the world!