Living Desk

This is my desk, and, as you can see, it's a very messy one. Coffee cups, tea bags, papers, pens, pencils, meds, toys, trash.. It's my work station, my atelier and my window to the world.

The desk is alive, because the desk lives my live with me.

Usually, in my older apartments, the wall behind my desk has been littered with countless of images, so that when I look up from my tiny window, I can let both my eyes and mind wander away from what I'm doing. This time, I haven't found anything. Found or been able to, given I don't want to ruin the wall paper with blue tack.

Then, I ran into Blowing Bubbles and stopped.

Ah, how it mirrors everything my desk is and isn't.