An older photo, but still mostly the same. Except now there is a basil plant on the little shelf and no CD player because that one broke. And the candle holder on the wall has been replaced by a framed collection of tiny Korean masks and the CDs have been replaced by strange items I found at charity shops or brought home from work. Like my decanter in the shape of a pointy shoe, or my slightly erotic Australian sticks. The clutter is different, but the same. It is the way of things around here.
Can you tell I can't write? Well I can't. Not tonight.