I'm sitting in my chair right now. It's a comfortable chair. I got it from an older friend who owned the building 944 had just left, and had nearly 80 Chinese knockoff Aeron chairs that needed a new home. I suppose I should feel bad about that.
Sorry, Aeron inventor. I'll buy one as soon as I can afford it. And he donated most of the chairs to charity. So maybe you'll get some pub there.
Anyway, most of my working time is spent in this room. It's not very big, maybe 10x10, with a double door on my left and shades that only have been drawn twice dangle to my right. The window behind it looks straight out to the sidewalk and I guess I can't handle knowing that people can see me when I write.
I don't like anyone seeing me when I write. I almost feel invisible at times. No, not invisible. The opposite. Completely visible.
Maybe translucent? Yeah, translucent. I go somewhere else and man, you should really try it some time.
It's great.
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