You’ve got a song stuck in your head since you woke up, but can’t remember the artist. You sit, so you can concentrate on that name. You sit down and stare at the stool in front of you.
The surface is made of wood fibre panel coloured throughout; its legs are red heating pipes collected from a demolished warehouse and woven together like bicycle spokes.
A stool shaped like an exquisite dessert. All of a sudden you feel hungry, so you head to the kitchen. And then it hits you:
Marta sui tubi (Martha on the pipes), that was the name of the band!
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