: Ikea and the Seven Circles of Hell
Yesterday, I went to Ikea. (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
blue_monday was driver, guide, philosopher, and general Helpful Person, without which Ikea would have been impossible, or at least much more difficult that it had to be.) He was the Virgil* to my Dante as we progressed through the Seven Circles.
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But hey. I have four flat-pack Billies, and (hopefully) a soon-to-be-clear bedroom floor. Ethically confusing issues such as these can be forgotten in such materialistic joy.
(*Aeneas, I wrote originally. Why did I think Aeneas? "Arms and the man I sing, who forced by fate, and haughty Juno's unrelenting hate..." to spend years exiled in Ikea.)
Yesterday, I went to Ikea. (
blue_monday was driver, guide, philosopher, and general Helpful Person, without which Ikea would have been impossible, or at least much more difficult that it had to be.) He was the Virgil* to my Dante as we progressed through the Seven Circles. ( Read more... )
But hey. I have four flat-pack Billies, and (hopefully) a soon-to-be-clear bedroom floor. Ethically confusing issues such as these can be forgotten in such materialistic joy.
(*Aeneas, I wrote originally. Why did I think Aeneas? "Arms and the man I sing, who forced by fate, and haughty Juno's unrelenting hate..." to spend years exiled in Ikea.)