Desk

It feels good to buy a desk. It feels important. In this instance there is a slight whiff of existential ennui. I should have made this purchase years ago. 10 years ago. But i am kind of a bitch about work space. I need a large surface, a bigass desk the kind they don’t make any more. I had such a desk when i lived on the east side, though even it was not big enough for my sense of mental terrain. I would have loved to get an accordian desk like I had growing up in FL but those things are just not made for modern times. Two monitors and other gear simply would not work on one of those things. The new workspace is going to be better, though. Cleaner, with more storage space and drawers. Not without its traumaticisms, of course. I have to rearrange in advance of the delivery, and will probably have to completely shut down for a day or 2. The desk looks like it’s 100 years old. I am sure that a lot of great work was done on that surface.

I’ve been tearing it up with the film SLR project. I’m calling it “Two Windows”. The goal changed. Taking one and only one picture a day doesn’t make sense. Volume actually matters. All pictures are taken through the two windows of my living room, which hosts a view not so glamorous or beautiful, making the challenge of finding interesting things a real problem. I looked at shadows today, and faces of people passing by. I could stand to experiment with this using a digital but that would sap the mystery.

A nice set of pictures from England arrived at Payphoneland today.

My eye is twitching.