The fan keeps on rotating. Why does it love the ceiling so much? Why doesn’t it just fall off—a mess of wires peeking through the hole that is the mouth of the ceiling? It almost seems like its rotation gives it energy to keep holding on to the ceiling. A helicopter flying upwards, but slowly so that it doesn’t break the ceiling. Why do we imagine that the ceiling holds the fan when it’s clearly the fan pushing upwards on the ceiling? The thought gives me discomfort. A push is discomforting, a pull is natural.
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