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Apr. 7th, 2005 11:26 pmMy room is a skeleton of who I used to and wanted to be.
My grandfather's paintings standing besides a sketch of the Mona Lisa and the Vitruvian Man, peeling movie posters a bookshelf stuffed with books. An old Microsoft Sidewinder Force Feedback Pro--cost me 700 shekels and I haven't touched it for at least two years, settled on a box filled with video cassettes of all the star trek movies up until Generations--haven't touched that in three years at least. Math books, a Tarantino script, a battered Old Testament (casually thrown over a crumbling paperback edition of Catch 22), a disk case full of albums I hardly listen to anymore, an oil-based lantern--probably from the 30's, a small wooden statue of of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza, a monitor on the floor, a futon bed, floor height, three phones, two that don't work and one that works badly, a stack of papers that is so large and unorganized that just the thought of going through it intimidates me--it's made up of old school papers, sketches, scripts--
Thinking about it again..My room isn't a skeleton. It's an accurate reflection of me.
My grandfather's paintings standing besides a sketch of the Mona Lisa and the Vitruvian Man, peeling movie posters a bookshelf stuffed with books. An old Microsoft Sidewinder Force Feedback Pro--cost me 700 shekels and I haven't touched it for at least two years, settled on a box filled with video cassettes of all the star trek movies up until Generations--haven't touched that in three years at least. Math books, a Tarantino script, a battered Old Testament (casually thrown over a crumbling paperback edition of Catch 22), a disk case full of albums I hardly listen to anymore, an oil-based lantern--probably from the 30's, a small wooden statue of of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza, a monitor on the floor, a futon bed, floor height, three phones, two that don't work and one that works badly, a stack of papers that is so large and unorganized that just the thought of going through it intimidates me--it's made up of old school papers, sketches, scripts--
Thinking about it again..My room isn't a skeleton. It's an accurate reflection of me.
