I bought my first piece of furniture to play with today! I really like those marks already there, the remnants of human touch. When I saw this piece of furniture I was reminded of something I wrote down from one of Rachel Whiteread’s books, this object was once in someone’s home; “a silent witness to our most private and vulnerable moments.” Although just a telephone table, it probably had a few frames on there, personal possessions perhaps? And it was a silent witness to all those personal phonecalls. Important calls of grief or celebration or just those quick chats with a friend. It’s interesting now that it’s just cast to one side.