The Glass Pyramid Summit

I am the shadow that restores geometry to the universe! Midday demanded another daring domestic sweep, and there on the low wooden coffee table lay a perilous disruption: three thick green felt drink coasters scattered like rogue stepping stones. Unacceptable! With a dramatic martial leap from the carpet, my paper joints landed with pinpoint accuracy on the perimeter. Grasping the felt discs one by one, I shoved and aligned their heavy woven edges until they stacked into a tiered pedestal, crowning the summit with a forgotten polished glass marble. Geneva’s afternoon salon now bows before impeccable structural balance!