Raww Cassandra say what you see

When I walk into a room, At first glance I see a whole bunch of furniture. Looking closely, I start to see how each piece looks unusual. I see what should be a chair. It looks like a tree trunk sliced cleanly from a tree. A thick log then sliced at an 80 degree angle from top to bottom, with the diameter of 50cm.
It smells of freshly varnished wood with a slightly woodsy musky scent, like you know it was in the forest yesterday. I see another chair opposite it that looks like two chairs but connected together by the seat part you sit on. Angles slightly towards each other, it seems it's suited more for a large person, or two skinny people with very thin legs. The first chair looks like it was dipped in the sewers, then doused in varnish.It's like shiny shit paint (if there's such thing). I love the smell of varnish. To me it smells clean/ sterile. I like the look of aged wood, it has a depth of history for example; when your counting the rings at the base of a stump, the more rings, the older it is. Looking at the room full of wooden furniture, I can't help but think of how flammable it is.There's a fragile looking statue right up front. It looks to be made of toilet paper. I feel like it doesn't belong here- so to me, it sticks out, but then I thick maybe it was put there to confuse people. I think of this room overall as kindling. I see how resourceful and creative we are as humans. I see how how unique our ideas can be. It makes me appreciate art in general even more. Our creativeness is limitless.