novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i can't afford a studio space. all with music. a few weeks ago i had the best night: roommates puttering around in the kitchen, flitting from room to room. curtains being put up in L's room, a resume being looked at on the dinner table. i stayed in my room with the door open and completely rearranged my furniture. (this required a few months' worth of mulling over how to move the furniture. see, i had everything i possibly could crammed in here: wardrobe, horizontal record cabinet, chest of drawers, desk, vanity, queen-sized brass bed and comfy chair. all of this had to be positioned just so in order to fit.) i pulled the bed from its corner position and switched desks from the one in the living room -- this one used to be t goe's before she moved to portland -- and i centered the desk underneath my window. i love my window. two french doors. the only thing i'm mourning is the wide patch of floor in my bedroom -- sacrificed to the brass bed's bulge. i would sit on that patch and spread out art supplies and just go to town. now my bed will always have to stay made -- it's forced into the center of my room (for all distinct purposes it is that bare patch of floor now). a week or so after that, i put up some of the pictures i took home when the library discarded its picture collection: silent film stars, art nouveau magazine covers, tree menders, oceans, trains, gypsies, boats, joaquin miller... anyhow, those were the nights that made me start writing again. 11:12 pm - 11.21.07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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