Beneath the roof, above your head, I keep old treasures and things long dead. Boxes and memories tucked away, I hold forgotten things from yesterday.

Information beaming through space; Bad drivers use me mid-turn...if at all.

I’m not a pencil, but I’m long and straight, I just stand there at the city gate. While I stand tall and thin, I point to the sky, Made of stone by the pyramids side.

Egyptians created many of these to honor the feline goddess Bastet.

Soft and velvety, luxurious and silk, wool and enduring. Turkish, Persian, Italian, Egyptian. Making or breaking your space. Bold and avant garde, simple and minimalistic. I lay under your feet, working all the floor or a designated area.