I'm engaged in a personal project - I'm painting the spine of an old hardcover book in thick white paint. My parents interrupt wanting me asking me to match ties with a shirt. I'm irritated and tell them I only have one tie I really like. They hold up ties to shirts to me as I'm frustrated my project is getting screwed up: the paint isn't nearly as smoothly applied.
I'm surprised I have so many ties and see one or two I've forgotten about that I generally like and go rather well with the shirt.
When I'm through being shown the ties, I return to my project which has now been building a sculpture out of an odd jello-like material that hardens quickly. Gravity has changed my mathematically symmetrical sculpture of a single pyramid with a crevice at the top into what looks like a ring of volcanic islands. I like it better.
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