Wednesday, January 18, 2006
My desk is covered by the scree of notes, books, papers printouts and coffee stains. Angled CD cases rest up against the screen to help structure the composition, treading over wires and flattening sheets of paper like a river of frozen ice, curving around piled up books and sidling up against the video camera. I brush it away trying to find the mouse. Such a big desk one can never find anything.