chasm

desks

I have two desks in my room. One is monstrous with a hutch-like component full of my college text books and the majority of my CD collection. You will also find magazines, bills, receipts, pay stubs, work-related-computer-books, unread and read mail, a cork ball filled with fluorescent thumbtacks and two computers on that desk (and several other things I wish to remain out of this description).

The other desk is much smaller. I've had it since middle school. It used to be my only desk. Now it's the desk I only dream about.

More often than not, it's covered in clothing and overflows from my other desk. There are about thirty magazines (roughly three months worth) in a neat pile on the upper left corner. Adjacent to that pile is an Xbox headset pleading with me to "remember the good old days" and lose hours of my day to Live-enabled Xbox games. In the upper right corner is a painting of Mack and Manco on the Ocean City, NJ boardwalk. It's the shop on 12th street (not the one on 8th or 9th). By the end of the work week, it'll probably see a pair of pants and a couple shirts.

While I sit here describing the desk, it's what's NOT on it that saddens me. There are no hastily sketched illustrations, refelective memoirs, introspective journal entries, creative (or not so much) short stories, novels (or even a chapter or two), paintings, sheet music, song lyrics, business plans, etc.

When I put the desk there about a year and a half ago, it was for the express purpose of having somewhere to sit and think, write, draw, etc. without any clutter or distractions. For most of the week, it's as cluttered as everything else in my room and when it's NOT cluttered, I sit and look at it like "I'd love to ... but there really are a lot of other things I should be doing". I'm gonna work on that.

Posted by languorous at June 1, 2005 10:51 PM