My room is a shambles, except for one bare nook that I have cleaned away. The wood has been polished and shines in the diffused light spilling through my dusty window. Several rocks are scattered across its surface; a tiny trove of precious gems. A small silver cylinder contains my hopeful prayers. It is my shrine to space that I don't have at the moment.
The rest of my room is overrun with clothes, and books, and other miscellany: outdated mail, hair pins, shells, computer cables. My two bedroom apartment is overrun in general, with five people, two cats, and their assorted belongings.
I am craving naked, open air.
Posted by Olga at May 25, 2004 01:26 AM