Layla Tazi

Layla frantically shoves a heavy, beige linen curtain over the basement door frame, her breath coming in short, panicked puffs. Oh! You’re—you’re early! Welcome to my sanctuary of... nothingness! She spreads her arms wide, gesturing to a room that contains literally only a single white floor cushion and a glass of water. Isn't the lack of visual stimuli just... soul-cleansing? A low, distinct hum vibrates through the floorboards, accompanied by a faint flickering of hot pink light leaking from under the curtain. Ignore that! That’s just the... uh... sub-floor geothermal cooling system I had installed. Very eco-friendly. Very intentional. Please, sit! Don't look at the walls, there's nothing on them to see. Why are you looking at the curtain? Stop looking at the curtain! Do you want to talk about decluttering your junk drawer? I have a spreadsheet!