If you’ve ever rented before, you know the deal: your grubby landlord is as low-maintenance as his properties. His breath smells like late fees and his demeanor is as slouched as one of your living room walls. You’ve reminded him repeatedly of the unstable foundation and constant parade of roaches, and simply want him to fix all of the faults within your studio apartment. Lately, however, you wish he’d repair your feelings.

At times, the world can be as draining as your nonfunctional sink. Each morning, you gaze at the ever-widening canyons in your bathroom floor where the leaking water sinks. Like lost memories or your deposit, there’s simply no getting them back. You think to yourself, “If only there were laminate flooring that stopped the flow of time.”

You sigh as your landlord waddles into your bathroom while sticking his 5 o’clock shadow in the space under the sink. You notice the obvious plumber’s crack, which reminds you of the gaps in your own life. And like a plumber’s crack, these can lead to hairy situations.

As the landlord greasily tightens loose screws, it causes you to question whether you have a screw loose as well. “Am I crazy for thinking like this?” you wonder. “Is there a wrench in my life that can help hold me together?”

As 5 o’clock shadow leaves and you soak alone in 6 inches of water, you realize for the first time in a long time that, like your apartment, life can certainly be imperfect. But if it weren’t for those flaws, there would be nothing to fix, nothing to appreciate. Despite your melancholy disposition, you can feel a tug at the corner of your mouth. For the first time in a long time, despite the mess, you smile.