My floor is constructed of clothes, important things that should be in safe place, non important things, more clothes, general chaos. You can enter my room only if you know how to swim or if you are Mrs. Featherbottom who I just called to come and clean up this dump for me. I own too many things and I have never grasped the ‘simple’ idea of put it away when you’re done with it. Maybe one day I will post a picture because everyone always seems to think that their room is just as messy, or ‘it can’t be that bad’ Um, my room looks like Earth when all of our landfills decide to come and gobble us all up. (which will eventually happen)
Neil Young’s Harvest is probably one of the best albums ever. It is locked up in my little treasure chest of mind treasures.
Was he just a figment of my imagination?