Physically
Sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall with the laptop on my lap. Listening to Stereo Love by Edward Maya ft Alicia, song on repeat. Flexing my toes in time with the beat.
Surrounded by boxes and papers and books and stationery and files, with my shoes tossed carelessly aside by the door. Official documents, flyers, certificates, important letters, statements, writings, numbers, government logos, company letterheads. Most of them dont make any sense to me. Some of them are randomly grouped together. I dont think we need them, but they dont make sense to me so I keep them anyway.
I look up to find more to describe. The stereo in the corner catches my eye. Unplugged, lying on its side, the CD compartment cover is open, stacks of CDs next to it, I guess mostly data CDs. A keyboard leaning against the bookshelf. Empty bookshelf, save for some odds and ends and crap and a couple of my books.
Wires, invitations that were never sent, pictures to be hung up, heater. Its end of November in the Southern Hemisphere and I still need a heater.
Mentally
Chaos, half here, half there, not really completing one thing, misguided and misaligned purpose.
Also prone to picking navel fluff.
