Fans

Our first fan was put in the corner after we had finished using it to air out our suite following a hefty cleaning. The second fan came when our third roommate moved in, and is now propped up against the wall. It is propped up against the wall because its stand legs, instead of being attached, are laying beside it on the floor. The third little orange fan is mine and I figured instead of taking up space in my room it might as well take up the less-valuable space in the corner. Which is now almost commodity space, if you're a fan residing in our house. It's seriously the place to be if you've got four blades inside a wire head and you can't really articulate your limbs.

They're ugly but I believe they are fortunate enough to sit in a spot that we don't care enough about to actually clean up. The first fan doesn't even belong to us, it's our friend's and he's probably never going to come over walk it home cause carrying stuff is a very unattractive prospect. I guess I have to drive it over if I really want to get rid of it. But I've almost become fond of our little fan graveyard. I'm glad they have each other whilst they wait for their day, a day which my roommate reminds me will come when the summer once again permeates our neighbourhood and our poor ventilation and lack of windows will become painfully apparent. I suppose until then there's always the attic. Or waiting until a different roommate gets fed up enough to do something. I'll have to start reminding her about how much she isn't a fan of the fans on a daily basis.