It was weird. I pretty much lived in this room for a year. From 0845-2235 most days when I wasn’t working I’d be here creating work, writing my paper, sorting out admin or napping.
It was weird. Other people have had my space. Other people have lived in my space. But my space is still mine. Some of my things still remain. that picture on the window (which will probably always remain there) various writings on the wall. Most of all the Desk. I found this desk in a different room, unused and unloved and moved it here. I loved that desk.
I’d been in 10min before I felt it. A weird feeling I haven’t felt in a long time. The feeling to make work. Hopefully this the sign of change and I’ll be back to making work again.