welcome to the polite bigsofa. bigsofa used to be playful, boldly naive, even garish. it had joy, it had fun, it was a child in the sun. endlessly, bigsofa dawdled around about nothing in particular, no cruel word ever passing its lips, no trace of the sardonic showing between its teeth, bigsofa was simply what it was which was a proferring of friendly whimsey.

there was a plan, of sorts. an ambition which fluffed bigsofa's cushions, which inspired it to dig up lamps (and shades for them) to highlight its ostentatious, bad gold fabric and to periodically change their burned-out lightbulbs, made it eager to provide amenities like long straws for cool drinks and daily vacuum the rug at bigsofa's feet. never mind that now--the sofa's prevailing intention was to present itself as a rambling, unruly realization of the mundane, the apparently-without-consequence which pads our lives between birth and death. thus the long drawn-out build without a seeming punch line (when actually the punch line was presented very early on).

here is the first page of what bigsofa used to look like. well, it was the first page after the enter/index page. click here and a new page will open in your browser. when done, click the page away and return here.

now that you've gotten a glimpse of how bright and eye-popping bigsofa used to be (maybe you even read the text) continue on...