here's to progress and moving on.
i am developing a minimalist streak.
there was a period in my life where i loved surrounding myself with hundreds of knick-knacks on shelves; photos, posters, and random leaflets blu-tacked on the walls - everything on display in my room, like some quirky exhibit of the most useless space-occupying objects.
the more the better.
i guess there was some psychological reason, perhaps to avoid loneliness, or attempt to impregnate a sterile room with 'this is what i like, this i who i am, this is my territory'.
(now that i think of it, it's quite an aggressive manner of marking your 'own area'.
a virus-like extension of oneself?)
but now it's all visual clutter.
these past months i've been 'dressing the room down' slowly but steadily, removing and boxing the useless knick-knackery as i progressively got fed up with it, organizing the collected ephemera into folders and scrapbooks, moving things around and/or get them out of the way to, say, achieve some form of low-keyness, despite the inadequacy of the old furniture (paint-splattered shelves, loose-legged desk that will collapse sometime soon, the cracking chipboard inside of the mirror closet practically falling apart) and muddy-looking carpet.
i want to have everything stripped down to the essentials.
i am already daydreaming about next room i'll live in:
predominant color - a non-aggressive, refreshing white
secondary colors - soft turquoise/earthy brown or awakening red/earthy brown
wide desk, cleared shelves, light pine blinds;
solid colors, clean lines, big window;
space, light, comfort;
i am also giving away all the clothes i haven't worn for a year.
oh it will be hard to let go.