I think my most current state of affairs can be described from the bird's-eye-view of my bed. --my bright green and orange Nepali bag is sprawled out, filled with new books from the library, a folder with wrinkled job applications, two half-filled squashed looking bottles of water. Beside it lies my panda blanket from the eons of elementary school, two opened books, with doggeared pages marking significant SOMETHINGS, caltrain schedule piled on light rail schedule piled on bus 35 shedule, piled on the 390 bus schedule. A used book I just bought about a robot programmed with the themes and texts of the literary canon. DVD's; En La Ciudad, Howl's Moving Casle, Huanité. My journal from guatemala.
Tissues. Discarded sweatshirts. And me, the sprawling and less than glorious me.
My toes keep kitting cold, dirty plates somewhere upwind of me, near the pillows.
This is ALWAYS how I keep my room! Things gradually find permanent residence in the same spots I'm wont to lie down. So I sleep at night, contorted and bent around the landmarks of my experiences....


Until I organize my bed or my mind, I will forever be





Olivia!