It’s very rare that the dining table only has a box of tissues sitting on it. I often wonder why is that surfaces seem to fill up and have things piled up on it at home.
What is the “stuff”?
Why does it just sit there and how did it get there?
And why is this box of tissues on the dining table anyway?
Why isn’t it on the shelf?
Looking at the box
I reminded of why I chose this particular box. It’s because I like the orchids and the smooth stone on the box. There’s a calmness and a pureness about it. Quite ironic really given that snot and other debris will end up on it.
Oh well, the life of a tissue!