I want a polished wooden floor, a matress, a mass of books piled round the walls and nothing else at all. I want order and mess. I want purity and chaos.
When I was younger than I am now I lived in a shared house where things were a bit basic. I had a huge [5000+] collection of science fiction books and little else.
There was a wardrobe where I stored nothing, mostly it was just me and the books. But there were carpets and curtains between me and the sky, there were things that got in the way. It wasn't what I wanted.
Now I exist in a space where all is mess; unit texts scattered everywhere, PT3 forms, maths books, computer books, laptops, devices, the detrius/kibble of an OU life...
I want to sit on an endless floor with a single, white, sheet of A4 between my legs, with the sharpest of sharp-black pens and just think.
Tonight I realized that without the feeling of mess I wouldn't be doing this.
my dream room
Once upon a time I almost had it.
I want a polished wooden floor, a matress, a mass of books piled round the walls and nothing else at all. I want order and mess. I want purity and chaos.
When I was younger than I am now I lived in a shared house where things were a bit basic. I had a huge [5000+] collection of science fiction books and little else.
There was a wardrobe where I stored nothing, mostly it was just me and the books. But there were carpets and curtains between me and the sky, there were things that got in the way. It wasn't what I wanted.
Now I exist in a space where all is mess; unit texts scattered everywhere, PT3 forms, maths books, computer books, laptops, devices, the detrius/kibble of an OU life...
I want to sit on an endless floor with a single, white, sheet of A4 between my legs, with the sharpest of sharp-black pens and just think.
Tonight I realized that without the feeling of mess I wouldn't be doing this.