perfect.

I’ll have to write more later, gotta leave work and go home now….

i am posting about my workspace…will be up soon. thanks for the mention!

There’s a little bit of space on my desk to lay my wrists as I type this. The rest is covered with…well…I’m not really sure. Books and things, a computer, a scanner, bits of paper with stuff written on them. Some horribly official looking scraps which to me always seem best hidden beneath all the other crud. The rest are probably notes to myself which I leave everywhere and instantly forget about and thus lose.

There’s a white anglepoise lamp from IKEA. There are knick knacks and photographs all strategically placed to my right which bring me great comfort, including a stone I was given as a gift from Findhorn beach in Scotland (and apparently illegal to remove! See Ian McEwan and Chesil Beach) which I periodically fondle for its gorgeous smoothness and sea sculpted history – a great reminder of just how insignificant we are in the great scheme of things. And a fan still sitting here from the summer and refusing to move. That’s an electric fan and not a groupie type hero worshiper, which I suppose is unfortunate for me.

My walls in the room are bare. Everyday I look at them I desire to fill them with beauty, but alas they remain virginally white and tantalize me with suggestive looks: I’m naked, they say…caress me and dress me with nice things. My head is full of ideas for this blank canvas but there’s a universe between an idea and it’s execution. Meanwhile the dust gathers and I muffle all sneezes until further notice. One day I’ll get my act together…just you wait.