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January 14, 2003i’m totally consumed by space. the way a person travels through my bedroom. the glaring holes on the computer screen. the walls i’ve stripped bare.
i drive down the freeway/sit in a meeting/stand in the shower and it’s all i can think about. i make mental notes:
maybe i should replace optic nerve with the little prince.
the white shelf would totally fit there!
5 shelves times 5 drawers times 15 CDs– what is that, 400 CDs?
color, lots of color.
find the tape measure.
…do i have a tape measure?
borrow a tape measure.
dude. this website is gonna be so cool.
even when i am doing something that requires my attention, i have to admit it’s divided. my projects: 99%. the world: 1%. when i get home, i sneak into my bedroom, throw everything on the floor, kick off my shoes, roll up my sleeves and get to work. i know that it will take time to make everything just right and, as usual, that’s the hardest part. waiting.
sometimes, i stare so hard at each piece and imagine the way it should be and when my eyes blink open i’m surprised that the transformation hasn’t already taken place.