Snapshots

10.37am- Tired, and having finished clinic work and administration for the day, I cuddle down in my quilt on the chair and think about my thesis.

Life is becoming minimalistic with these committments bouncing and resounding like noises in the ear of a child with Autism. The art would be in creating a space that is modern, zen-ish and chic, and not allow the pessimism of a run-down paint peeled wall haunt me. Where does the furnishing lie? In the mind, in the mindset of a frivolous, slightly cautious pinch of a girl.

Dear God, will you be my interior designer?