“I thought, wow, what a pretty view. You’d be able to see all the stars over the forest. I’d imagined putting an armchair right there, so I could sit and admire the view. I like that room. I’d put, I don’t know, maybe a nutcracker on the mantel or something. I don’t know.” I shrug to downplay it. I sound insane. A nutcracker? Really? These are my gripes? I’ve been hyperfocusing on such minuscule details.
