The Knife in the Chandelier
We’re almost finished packing, and our things—excluding our furniture—are mostly at the new house already. But there’s one thing we won’t be packing: the knife in the chandelier.
We’ve been puzzled by the knife since the day we moved in. Secured within the chandelier’s wiring, the knife does not seem to be placed haphazardly—it’s enmeshed in the wiring in a way that makes it seem somehow critical. As though removing the knife would have consequences beyond our liking. For a year and a half now, the knife has taunted us, dared us, practically begged us to remove it. What, really, could happen? What role, really, could a butter knife play in the day-to-day safety and operation of a chandelier?
This will not be our mystery to solve. We’ll leave the knife in place. The unresolved questions will be all we take away.
We’ve been puzzled by the knife since the day we moved in. Secured within the chandelier’s wiring, the knife does not seem to be placed haphazardly—it’s enmeshed in the wiring in a way that makes it seem somehow critical. As though removing the knife would have consequences beyond our liking. For a year and a half now, the knife has taunted us, dared us, practically begged us to remove it. What, really, could happen? What role, really, could a butter knife play in the day-to-day safety and operation of a chandelier?
This will not be our mystery to solve. We’ll leave the knife in place. The unresolved questions will be all we take away.
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