A darkness has been growing.
The ceiling in the bathroom here in this Cambridge apartment home is an odd landscape, as though someone took a hose and sprayed it with nubbly crumbly white ceiling spread. It’s falling off. Little chunks land in the tub. They dust the toilet seat. The toothbrushes are under protective cover. It happens especially after a long, hot shower. The ceiling is disintegrating.
There’s a patch that’s black and growing. Some death mold, surely. And who knows how much more is hidden by the ceiling spread? We’ve all watched Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and sobbed. There’s always death mold. I hate spores.
It’s tempting at times to scrape off the nubbly spread, just get to the regular ceiling above it. But that’s the type of project that could seem simple when you start – we’ll just scrape the stuff off, no problem! – but immediately reveals much greater trouble. Of or related to spores. Of or related to structural issues that may mean the tub on the second floor above will someday come plunging down ontop of one unlucky shower-taker.
A solution in the short-term? Maybe spray some bleach on it.