I lie motionless in my bed. I can hear the steady whir of the heater pushing air softly outward toward me. I wonder how much time I’ve spent decorating this place. The novels that line my bookcase smell of home and the postcards on my walls have value only to me. I wanted an upstairs haven; a quiet cove to sit and think. On nights like this I realize how it has always been that for me.
You see, Tomorrow I will embark on a journey. Unfamiliar faces will line the walls of my home. Books that are not my own on over sized shelves will loom morosely beneath fluorescent lights. At night as I sleep I will be able to make out the unsynchronized tick of a thousand watches behind glass cases; an empty pharmacy will magnify the solitude.
Thirty days/thirty nights in a department store . I have nothing, but the clothes on my back and a laptop to record and post events. Tomorrow is day one.
Enjoy!
