Architecture of desire
There is this building, I see it when I cut through a park from Queen street to the place I'm staying. It's right on a park, looks like a sort of condo building, with big square rooms with high ceilings, huge windows that open up onto the park. I can see into a hand full of room as I walk up the stairs opposite the building. One is lined with bookshelves; packed top to bottom with with books of all sorts and it's beautiful. Another is busy with all sorts of art; the walls are packed with prints things are hanging from the ceiling, it's cluttered but alive with art and passion. The third I can see into is very well decorated with simple modernist furniture. Not completely modern, and uncomfortable but with those so desirous clean lines while still totally inviting and comfortable. It's very incongruous to see these beautiful places to live while I'm staying in a very austere room right now, I'm very comfortable, but typing this form the floor because of lack of a chair. It's interesting to look at very comfortable places, filled with things people love and then reflect back. I've gotten rid of a huge amount of things in my world, the rest are in a storage container, sitting somewhere at a location that is completely unknown to me. I'm not missing any physical things, there are some intangible things I'm missing but right now I feel very content to live with very few things. But it's thecurrent transitory nature of my life that makes it possible. I know that once I settle in again, I'll surely need a... then a ... and of course why shouldn't I have a ...
For now though I'm very happy with my one duffel bag worth of things.