i should be writing an essay on an important place to me, and the essence of that place.
but right now there is nothing so sacred as my own room.



















































have our lives become that fast-forwarded, confined to such a small time, that our only territories would be the bed and the couch?

sure. but my bed is comfortable, and my feet and brain are tired.
it's as good a place as any at this moment, if not better.

-d