Waldorf Diaries--Patterns and Purpose

When I look at the carpet on the floor of Room 103 or the tile in my bathroom I’m certain this room was not designed for long term tenancy—the kinetic nature in the designs force the idea of movement and it’s difficult for me to sit for any long period of time—I find my eyes are constantly drawn to and following the vines that intertwine across the green polypropylene fabric that stretches from wall to wall—I’ve actually come to like the pattern and I think if it was merely a detail in a much larger room it would act well as a propellant—moving people cheerfully through a room—here as a dominant feature, however, it makes me wish I’d never tried hallucinogenics in my youth—

The bathroom floor tile is a pink and white basket weave pattern—again I’ve come appreciate its almost Moorish qualities and if it was within complimentary features it would work as a cheerful and interesting place to put a bathmat—instead I stand at the bathroom door for longer than I should as my brain tries to reconcile the three dimensional aspect of the crosshatching—

Then there’s the truth—I will find any reason not to write—if I let myself I would get my tools from the shop and begin renovations to this space within an hour—I have to remind myself constantly that I‘m not here for that reason—I’m not here for the long term—a transient with a singular purpose--