May 24, 2024:
I want to live in Giles' library.
Bi-level, where the downstairs is like the "conversation pit" living rooms which were so popular in swinging 1965. I'd have couches there, a good stereo, with a flatscreen on the wall facing. Maybe a mini-fridge flush with smaller bookcases. Upstairs we'd collect and organize the thousands of volumes which today are distributed wherever they'll fit all up and down my three-story row house.
That library is the most anti-television space possible on a television show. Analog, archival, slow, textual. Leatherbound, niche-y, lamplit, occult. Dependent on memory, while constructing it.
Works for me.